Lyrical Breakdown of Barry Bonds - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Barry Bonds" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how Kanye West feat. Lil Wayne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Barry Bonds" 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 Kanye West feat. Lil Wayne employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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It's what you all been waiting for, ain't it?

What people pay paper for, damn it

They can't stand it, they want something new

So let's get reacquainted became the hood favorite

I can't even explain it, I surprise myself too

Life of a Don, lights keep glowing

Coming in the club with that fresh shit on

With something crazy on my arm, uh-uh-hum

And here's another hit, Barry Bonds

We outta here, baby

Dude! Fresh off the plane, Konnichiwa, bitches

Turn around another plane, my passport on pivot

Ask for it, I did it, that asshole done did it

Talked it then he lived it, spit it then he shit it

I don't need writers, I might bounce ideas

But only I could come up with some shit like this

I done played the underdog my whole career

I've been a very good sport, haven't I, this year?

They say, "He going crazy and we seen this before"

But I'm doing pretty good as far as geniuses go

And I'm doing pretty hood in my pink polo

Nigga, please, how you gonna say I ain't no Lo-head?

'Cause my Dior got me more model head

I'm insulted, you should go 'head

And bow so hard until your knees hit your forehead

And the flow just hit code red

Top five MCs, you ain't gotta remind me

Top five MCs, you gotta rewind me

I'm high up on the line, you could get behind me

But my head's so big, you can't sit behind me

Life of a Don, lights keep glowing

Coming in the club with that fresh shit on

With something crazy on my arm, uh-uh-hum

And here's another hit, Barry Bonds

Yeah, yeah, we outta here baby

What? What? We outta here, baby

Ayy, Mr. West, we so outta here baby

And me, I'm Mr. Weezy Baby

I'm so bright, not shady

My teeth and my ice so white like Shady

Ice in my teeth so refrigerated

I'm so fucking good like I'm sleeping with Meagan

I'm all about my Franklins, Lincolns and Reagans

Whenever they make them, I shall hayve them

Oops, I meant "have them," I'm so crazy

But if you play crazy, you be sleeping with daisies

I'm such a hay-vic, oops I meant "havoc"

And my drink's still pinker than the Easter rabbit

And I'm still col' like Keyshia's family

Stove on my waist turn beef to patties

And I ate it 'cause I'm so avid (no homo)

And I don't front, and I don't go backwards

And I don't practice, and I don't lack shit

And you can get buried, suck my bat, bitch

We outta here, baby

(Swag at a hundred and climbing, baby, yeah)

Life of a Don, lights keep glowing

Coming in the club with that fresh shit on

With something crazy on my arm, uh-uh-hum

And here's another hit, Barry Bonds