Lyrical Breakdown of T.O. - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "T.O." 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 "T.O." 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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Grrr I did not come here to see who was litty That stamp on the kilos say "key to the city" Put some on my thumb and then I make her lick it She can't feel her tongue, well, bitch, I beg to differ I smoke gasoline and I sip down some lean My whole tangerine on this dick, trampoline I chop you up, they call them amputees I spit these facts, they call me fax machine I drop a four in this, I'm feelin' glorious Gun on Big Pun, and my clip on Notorious Bitch, I'm the man, no, the Mandalorian I'm in a DeLorean, nigga, I'm floorin' it I got my whore in it, that bitch a foreigner Pourin' her heart out, I'm just ignorin' her I let my hair down, I'm finna go throw her in the bedroom myself And that pussy, no coroner I can't smoke Reggie, I be too edgy My bitch a veggie, bitch, I'm a legend Pull out my flag, and these niggas start pledgin' Go pull up whenever, we ain't gotta schedule it Boy, I'm a president, presidential Rollie Bezel it heavily, inspect it carefully I'm smokin' like I'm in the Netherlands Like I'm a hippie that's stuck in the 70s You with your buddies, I'm with my bloodies And this ain't no flag, lil' nigga, this rugby Duct-tape that nigga up until he a mummy Then put him in a freezer until we get hungry Huh, I keep my foot on gas, bitch Nigga, tell me where to go (Tell me where to go) I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he Was steppin' on the dope (No, no, no) Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow Every time I'm O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) I keep my foot on gas, bitch Nigga, tell me where to go (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was Steppin' on the dope (Steppin' on the dope) Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow) Every time I'm O.T. (Yeah), my bitch cry like T.O. Cookin' dope in kitchen, 36 (Yeah), I got chickens (Yeah) Got the bowl (Yeah), I'ma whip it (Yeah) Got the pistol (Yeah), get to clickin' (Woah) Got the dope (Yeah), got the scope (Yeah) Got the coke (Yeah) off the boat Got the grams, make it float Ask my plug, "What's the quote?" (Go) I shoot at all of my enemies (Yeah) Walk around like I'm Yosemite (Yeah) Extra clip, that's my amenities (Aagh) I'ma send shots like a Hennessy (Who? Bah, bah, bah) Bitch, I'ma shoot like a penalty (Mm, bang) Keep me a flag like a penalty (Bap, bang) Niggas know me, O.T. (O.T.) I got more hook than parentheses (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) Home Depot, keep me a toolie (Toolie, brrt) Walk in your house with a Uzi (Woo) Walk in your room like a groupie (Yeah) Wet your ass up with jacuzzi (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) Everything white, I got Bieber Cover one eye like I'm Aaliyah Free Base, bitch, I got Derek Jeter Rob, strip him naked, just like it's Peter Bitch, bah I did not come here to see who was litty That stamp on the kilos say "key to the city" Put some on my thumb and then I make her lick it She can't feel her tongue, well, bitch, I beg to differ I smoke gasoline and I sip down some lean My whole tangerine on this dick, trampoline I chop you up, they call them amputees I spit these facts, they call me fax machine Oh, I keep my foot on gas, bitch Nigga, tell me where to go (Tell me where to go) I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was Steppin' on the dope (Steppin' on the dope) Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow) Every time I'm O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) I keep my foot on gas, bitch Nigga, tell me where to go (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) I shot the plug in the foot 'cause he was steppin' on The dope, yeah (Steppin' on the dope, no, no, no, no) Since Allen Iverson, I been like Eric with the snow (Eric with the snow) Every time I'm O.T., my bitch cry like T.O. (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)