Lyrical Breakdown of Im On It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Im On It" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Wayne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Im On It" 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 Wayne 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 Wayne's narrative.
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I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
If we talkin' bout money b-tch
snap back, chin up
gold chain n-gga
stripes no tigger, tyga b-tches
hundred proof liquor
live no liver
theres hoes in this muthafucka straight, trippin
a n-gga no different
so we hold the heat though
smash on the b-tch brains looking like meatloaf
the hoe know me close she lying, Leo's
pedigree and swag is so cold, zero
hop in Medino, oops I meant Medina,
life is a b-tch better know how to treat her
I don't get in between, my goal be to win
young money heisman rookies of the year
I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
If we talkin' bout money b-tch
Raise Hell Boy Hell Yeah Im Hot Hello,
Boy Yellow But My Bitch Black From The Ghetto,
Put The Flow Ina Pot Watch The Shit Sizzle,
You Grillin' Me? Better BreakFast McGriddle
I ain't finna slow down, keep running your mouth
I'm running the real estate, party in the f-cking house
my n-ggas is loud in the lobby they can't turn us down
have a drink drink drink some coke and a smile
no clown, but i hit the party then i'm out
I run town all day 24 miles
150 on the dash can't even count
keep f-cking b-tch, ain't sh-t to talk about
I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
If we talkin' bout money b-tch
Be-best Rapper C.E.O.
Fine as wine flow
Pinot Grigio
N-ggas cant f-ck with me
Leave the bitches, Need the hoes
Life is a motherf-cker gamble, Peter Rose
Momma taught me well, Kush and the L
Paper everywhere like books just fell
More money to make, More p-ssy to smell
Like Yea imma a libra life or death on a scale
New Orleans n-gga with my dick up in my right hand
Young Money n-gga money longer then a lifespan
Still go to sleep with my Bible on my nightstand
Flyer then a bitch and you ain't even got cha flight plan
I'm on it... I'm on it... Tuneche!
I'm on it, I'm on it
Yea.Soo Woo... Soo Woo Trill
I'm on it, I'm on it
hahahaha,
I'm on it, I'm on it
yeaaah
I'm on it, I'm on it
If we talkin' bout money b-tch