Lyrical Breakdown of Breathe In Breathe Out - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kanye West feat. Ludacris weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Breathe In Breathe Out" 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. Ludacris 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 Kanye West feat. Ludacris's narrative.

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Yeah, breathe in, breathe out If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out Push a big truck, pull ya keys out Girls go wild and pull ya D's out Breathe in, breathe out Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out When I pull a piece out, niggas like, "Peace out" Golly, more of that bullshit ice rap I gotta apologize to Mos and Kweli But is it cool to rap about gold If I told the world I copped it from Ghana and Mali? (Mali) First nigga with a Benz and a backpack Ice chain, Cardi lens and a knapsack Always said if I rapped, I'd say somethin' significant But now I'm rappin' 'bout money, hoes, and rims again And it's still about the Benjamins Big faced hundreds and whatever other synonyms Strippers named Cinnamon, more chips than Pentium What ya gon' buy next? Whatever new trend it is I'm tryna spend my stacks And I'm so broke I look back like, "Damn, was I on crack?" I mean 12 platinum chains, was I on that? What the hell was wrong with me, dawg? Sing along with me y'all Yeah, breathe in, breathe out If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out Push a big truck, pull ya keys out Girls go wild and pull ya D's out Breathe in, breathe out Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out When I pull a piece out, niggas like, "Peace out" Now even though I went to college And dropped out of school quick I always had a Ph.D, a pretty huge dick Ladies tired of gettin' ripped off by guys like this And givin' head is like a whale that's using a toothpick Well, I'm in the club for a limited time Act now and get some action for Free .99 Later on I might charge for ménage Heard her man was the boss of the floss But she still want to toss me the drawers And it ain't gon' cost me because she my caddy 'Cause she grabbed my golf balls in the club And I'm still actin' calm than a mug She asked, "Can you drive me and my hunnies where my Altima was?" While we drive she tellin' me 'bout problems with her man Baby, I fully understand, let me help you wit' a plan While he trickin' off, don't get no rich nigga Give me some head, that'll really piss him off Yeah, breathe in, breathe out If ya' iced up, pull ya sleeves out Push a big truck, pull ya keys out Girls go wild and pull ya D's out Breathe in, breathe out Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out When I pull a piece out, niggas like, "Peace out" I blow past low class niggas with no cash In the fo' dash six, bitch you can go ask So when I go fast po-po just laugh Right until I run out of gas or 'til I go crash Whatever comes first I'm prepared for the worst Whatever comes second I'll be there with my weapon Pullin' up in the Lexuses, one on both hand So I guess them GSes was ambidextrous Coulda sworn her breasteses was sendin' me messages 'Kay, I need a free hand mammogram I got weed, drink and a handicam All of which is legal in Amsterdam Can't you say my name like Candyman And I'ma come and fix you up like the handyman But if you don't need a fix, girl you gotta leave You can't take that all at one time, ya gotta breathe Yeah, breathe in, breathe out If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out Push a big truck, pull ya keys out Girls go wild and pull ya D's out Breathe in, breathe out Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out When I pull a piece out, niggas like, "Peace out" Yeah-ugh, ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh And you say, "Chi-city" ("Chi-city") Y-yeah, and you say, "Chi-city" Y-yeah, and you say, "Chi-city" ("Chi-city") Uh-huh (uh-huh), and you say, "Chi-city" ("Chi-city") Y-yeah, you say "Chi-city" ("Chi-city") Ugh-ugh (ugh-ugh), you say, "Chi-" Yeah, you say, "Chi-" Yeah, you say, "Chi-city" ("Chi-city") Chi-city (Chi-city), Chi-city (Chi-city) (Chi-city, Chi-city-)