Lyrical Breakdown of Everything [feat. Bobby V] (Explicit Album Version) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Everything [feat. Bobby V] (Explicit Album Version)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Juvenile weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Everything [feat. Bobby V] (Explicit Album Version)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Juvenile employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Juvenile's narrative.

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hey juvi lets get it man Yeah! Uh-haw! Uh-haw! Oh-ooh! Yeah! Uh-haw! Uh-haw! [Chorus] A hundred percent real with everything I do, I make thing happen every time I come through And that's on everything, and that's on everything If I ain't already did it homie I'm about to Haters goin' hate, I'm a make it without you And that's on everything! That's on everything! I'm like rocky goin' up the Philly steps, faa-daa-daa-daa-daa! To the top, nah-nah-na-nah-nah-na-na! I'm sippin' shun dun, until the sun done, Don't need a another one, but I'm a pop another one Give you my word that I'm more gangsta than the worst of 'em The nerve of 'em, get credit for murders, and ain't deserving 'em Put to the curve on 'em burb' pick up the birds 'n' 'em Barely making it out the magnolia before I'm serving 'em Niggas talking 'bout taking my paper, won't be the first of 'em Only receive these teardrops, is the ones who getting work with em' I put my people on it, pay attention when I'm working 'em Get in, then wanna get out, and you won't have to be heard of me [Chorus] Ya dig, I been 'bout my business since a kid, And all of your money there, nigga well I say that it is A couple a thousand ain't nothin' to me I spend that on a fit, And everything you've been hustling for I loose that on a six I don't wear nothing but hot boy colors and talk that old hot boy shit, And only hot girls out there trying to get that old hot boy dick You heard of me dirty, I be up early with the pigeons, And your neighbors be up wit me too listening through the kitchen One of the pioneers, gotta bounce somethin' serious I'm the shit around here, I been out here Pull out the purple in the wheels, diamond chains and the grills Women see me and get the chills, wanna hang with the real [Chorus] They done got me back to my mojo, That's gon' be mo' dough, I ride the motorbike fast, I ride the porsh' slow Got it for low low (shh), let ya folks know, I make them dope rows, That'll provoke those Cowards who scope those, I got 'em so dro' I know they follow me, God bless them if they bother me They got a problem with me, obviously And I can understand it , 'cause they bitches be on top of me And I understand them bitches too, I fucks them properly, And they understand how a nigga feel about his property, Make 'em understand the consequences if they lie to me I was raised right, I am the nigga that they try to be [Chorus]