Lyrical Breakdown of Grown Man - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil' Flip weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Grown Man" 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 Lil' Flip 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 Lil' Flip's narrative.

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Go, go, go. [Hook:] I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play with All you hear is (bwap, bwap) when that AK spit - 2x I hope you bout that, cause my niggaz bout that Mo'fucker, I'ma swang where your mouth at - 2x [Lil' Flip:] I know you wanna be, down with the King But first of all, you gotta step up your ring I got shit around my pinkie, that'll hurt your vision Ten pointers everywhere, diamonds having collisions I told Johnny make sho', I got VS stones Out of all of the rappers, I got the best home Three kitchens and my maid, she be cooking my thangs Swimming pools, tennis courts and the shooting range One gym, twelve rooms got my shit like a maze And to mop my whole crib, it'll take you three days Look I'm a grown man, I had to get it on my own man And with my gun, I'm secured like Homeland I got three million fans, better yet it's fo' Cause I'm on Nelly, Buck album and Mario Winans I'm grinding baby, you see me shining baby You want a show a hundred grand, fuck you pay me [Hook] [Lil' Flip:] Dedication got me here, I ain't going nowhere And if you see twenty Clovers, than I'm somewhere there Cause I got a hundred niggaz on my team, for real I'm like Nate Tronmeans, when I'm playing the field Breaking tackles left and right, cause I got the skills If you niggaz wondering how, I got my deal I had a talk with Lil' J, he say he got my back So you know what that means, so I'ma leave it at that Texas gotta stick together, if we wanna stay Getting television BET, and radio play When "Sunshine" came out, it really pushed my fame Now the kids in the suburbs, know my name That's why I make good music, so you can bob your head The realest magazine, E.S. done Diva and FED Cause they don't give you a interview, then shit on you And you ain't dumb so you know, who I'm talking to [Hook]