Lyrical Breakdown of i - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game feat. Kendrick Lamar & Tank weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "i" 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 The Game feat. Kendrick Lamar & Tank 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 The Game feat. Kendrick Lamar & Tank's narrative.

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I don't read the XXL Told em 45 the church, think I'm destined for hell, oh well Blood tears off the face of my Jesus Piece It's bloodshed, feel the cracks in my city streets I'm from the crack of them city streets Used to sell crack in them city streets, born in blood nigga In a coma five days, life of a thug nigga Momma ain't show, grandma almost pulled the plugged the nigga Used to pull the gun out, just because of cuz niggas Five shots to the head cause I'm a Blood nigga Nuttin' brewing but suwoo'ing where the fuck I'm from You lucky if you make it out of Compton, ask Andre Young Smell the scent of dead bodies ridin' down green leaf No peace so don't get caught up with no piece Fuck Fatburger, we cooking that real beef Momma's mourning they sons, I'm talking real grief Real funerals of them lost Juveniles Trying to be generals, be missing your dinner now, huh Say its a blessing when you die in ya sleep Cause the coroner don't need no sheets, capishe I'm sayin', stop playing, wrap him up in what he lay in Fold a nigga arms, now a caskets what he pray in, Compton streets raised me Can't tell my grandma nothing bout her baby, you crazy I said she see no evil She gonna knock it at all You want to see tomorrow, you promise not to talk Say we on our way now, I'mma see you again And when they ask you questions, you just answer What happened then? What happened then? I live this life at a pace that anyone can go Know your place and dedicate your role, to the faith that you'll die alone Trace your steps when I do step in a fire of broken bones And I require my heart's desire and when I reap what I sew I bought my momma a Benz, my boobie a jag A cut for my dogs with a roof full of glass But still I be feeling like none of my light never casts Out of that black cloud that's been watered down ever since my first chopper blast But fuck that, I'm not worried, even when discouraged Skirt off makin' them hurt off I should have hurt them in a hurry Dirt off all under my fingers, dirt all of 'em gon is gone Shirt off when precersure, resitation came early I need you to keep quiet as mouse Which is ironic cause rats is what I'm talking about I'm hearin the sonics of gun fire The whispers, the silent cries even though I know it's an eye for an eye I said she see no evil She gonna knock it at all You want to see tomorrow, you promise not to talk Say we on our way now, I'mma see you again And when they ask you questions, you just answer What happened then? What happened then? I was born a soldier, ride or die for life Tied two tears and a lawyer, tryna gimme love Heaven can you help me, i know that hell can So heaven can you help me Im only just a man ooooh You want to go to Compton? Nigga I'll take you there Hough City bodies get burnt butt-naked here Respect the code, a nigga's calling from the pen Colombian neck-ties on the outside from within And then, your momma never see you again Casket to never wake up plastered in MAC make-up, huh Niggas can't hear you talking from the sky And only five year olds see your ghost when you die, no lie Call my catchers up to all you head honchos 2 Dome shots in that head, Griselda Blanco Shit get real though inside the Foxhills though Nigga living that fast life and get killed slow Ask Wack and Draws if a nigga run the streets My grandmother's friends says said "You niggas had never wanted peace." Los Angeles, I'm the motherfucking king here No first 48 cause motherfuckers don't sing here I said she see no evil She gonna knock it at all You want to see tomorrow, you promise not to talk Say we on our way now, I'mma see you again And when they ask you questions, you just answer What happened then? What happened then?