Lyrical Breakdown of Life Of Mr. Carter - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Life Of Mr. Carter" 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 "Life Of Mr. Carter" 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.
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What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? Balling 'til my hair is as white as Johnny Carson You don't have to beg because I'm fresh out of pardons Little voices in my head said, "Don't mind the little voices", woah What's harder, love or Mr. Carter? Especially when these hoes ain't right, these hoes ain't loyal Shit, who's wrong? Who's right? Just ask my lawyer Right or wrong, I'm still gon' take his advice, he take my orders I'll be a-okay instead of alright, or kinda sorta And before I ever take that for granted, I take the charges See, you can't believe in all of the hype you hear at the barber If the odds are stacked against us, they're likely to stack 'em on us Lil Tune, Jurassic in the room, Tyrannosaurus I ain't steal it, I took it, I ain't crooked, I'm cater-cornered And if my fruits of labor were ripe, I would have an orchard But I'm nauseous from my ups and downs and back and forwards Shit, Mr. Carter, eyes are always on ya So I smile for the camera and hide from the reporters Roll a blunt up in this bitch, when it burn, it start my motor Shoulder shruggin' in this bitch 'Cause the world is on my shoulders, shit What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? Tune in this bitch, let's spike the Holy Water Tryna stay grounded, my flights said no departures Shit, what's harder, murder or abortion? Woah, what's harder, death or Mr. Carter? Is it easier to play deaf or to listen harder? I'm like, "Girl, what's harder than life for Mr. Carter?" Knock on wood but with the wood comes termites and turmoil What's easier to change diapers or back to normal? Times are changing like Father Time just lost his father What's harder, to ask for sorrow or to borrow? Or to break hearts or get your heart broke, I don't know I ask, "What's harder, jail or Mr. Carter? School or Mr. Carter? The news or Mr. Carter? Man, what's harder, drugs or Mr. Carter? Judge or Mr. Carter? Court and order, yeah" What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? I ride for this shit like a knight in shining armor I pile up the dope and roll it tight like UnderArmour Coming from this neighborhood, it's just like coming from comas I got homies from the old school and we been lost our diplomas Got some hoes from California, think they shit smell like begonia's Got a bone to pick? I pick it 'til your boneless Like I come from San Antonio, pop up at the spur of the moment How you want it? When in hell, I'm a Roman Head on fire, I'm a comet, heat up out my abdomen And you know me, man I'm all about my business Business handle business for me I know you know life's a bitch, I turned her to a business woman Mind your business, I'm sayin' "What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? What's higher, the price or Mr. Carter? Should I call you Mystery? Because I'm right here to solve you And if you start to smell fear or fright, I sprayed it on you" I made it and when I made it, you hate it, I made it on you You know the streets talk, my nigga, don't make 'em argue Niggas faded away, I light one and get faded for you I'm reclinin', Weezy Baby, La-Z-Boy you, they enjoy you I'm like, "What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?"