Lyrical Breakdown of ITAL (Roses) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lupe Fiasco weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "ITAL (Roses)" 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 Lupe Fiasco 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 Lupe Fiasco's narrative.

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Black panther, black panther, what do you see? I see a dreaming child watching over me Back nigga Yeah, hey, can we get a little break From the cocaine and the kilos Aiight nigga, we know Aiight nigga, we know Can we get a break from the strippers on the p-ole Aiight nigga, we know Okay nigga, we know Hey shawty, ain't no future in no gang-bang And ain't no manhood in no bang-bang Ain't no honor cleanin' interstates inside a chain-gang Know some rap niggas put that shit inside your mainframe Pills make you stupid and liquor do the same thing 'Raris too expensive and they way too hard to maintain Get yourself a Camry, "nigga said a Camry?" Watch that ho depreciate and then you'll understand me It's called being fiscally responsible Don't let these lying images up in hip-hop here conquer you The TV's not your father, fool, that video's not your mama Try your best to be a man and your worst to be a monster May we have some roses for the ladies A little appreciation for the gentlemen And here's some kisses for the babies Some peace, humanity for the whole wide-wide-wide world More patience to the youth then, sympathy for the poor Empathy for the old, more justice for the downpressed Treat no liar, ital, iyah I know you're sayin', "Lupe rappin' 'bout the same shit" Well, that's 'cause ain't shit changed, bitch And please don't excuse my language Cause I would hate for you to misrepresent The true expression of my anguish And by this far I ain't shocked, upset, or appalled I'm ashamed, bitch I can't listen if you ain't sayin' shit And recognize all this emptiness is dangerous Ain't buildin' up they confidence, we teachin' 'em that they ain't shit If they ain't got the latest that they saw on someone famous Mercy of the Lord on this double-edged sword Instead of askin' where the hoes is Maybe maybe may we have some roses May we have some roses for the ladies A little appreciation for the gentlemen And here's some kisses for the babies Some peace, humanity for the whole wide-wide-wide world More patience to the youth then, sympathy for the poor Empathy for the old, more justice for the downpressed Treat no liar, ital, iyah May we have some roses for the ladies A little appreciation for the gentlemen And here's some kisses for the babies Some peace, humanity for the whole wide-wide-wide world More patience to the youth then, sympathy for the poor Empathy for the old, more justice for the downpressed Treat no liar, ital, iyah Called the president a terrorist Corporate sponsors like, how the fuck you gon' embarrass us? Ain't my fault, I was just repeatin' this Professor Emeritus from America But my tone was like an Afghani kid without a home Blew that bitch up with a drone An Iraqi with no daddy, Palestinian throwing stones The fuck you think they call him? I'mma leave that all alone Cause this, the focus on this new shit is that hopeless Place that I was born into systematic brokeness Took that downpression and developed it to dopeness It's that great American rap-rap ferocious May we have some roses for the ladies A little appreciation for the gentlemen And here's some kisses for the babies Some peace, humanity for the whole wide-wide-wide world More patience to the youth then, sympathy for the poor Empathy for the old, more justice for the downpressed Treat no liar, ital, iyah