Lyrical Breakdown of Out There - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Out There" 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 "Out There" 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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Out There - Lupe Fiasco
(Well the first thing I want to say is)
They say real recognize real
A dollar bill will exorcise all ills, E
Frauds are thoroughly camouflaged and fatigued in the field
But careful who you believe
The pills, it's dill like Vlassic
Proceeds go towards the buying of Caprice Classics with the wheels
To match it, so they can mack it
Like an automatic weapon, stepping off into traffic like check em
Tears roll down the eyes of the rides inside of a funeral procession
Here lies with X's in his eyes, the unguided, misdirected
Squad cars roll past and laugh (Out there)
They say the streets is a demon in a dress
With dollar signs in her eyes and semen on her breath
Scantily clad, no panties
Deep throating in the alley, aging badly in sunglasses, she pretty
Slain boyfriend names is tattooed on her titties
Sprinkling greed, ignorance, and envy inside of a filly
Hennessy tears, ass will bring your enemies here
Flirt with your flaws till you run up in her raw (You'll be out there)
They say the game is the belly of a beast
Blunts for fingers and hollow tips for teeth
Wire taps for ears, Nike Airs for feet
Blasphemy for prayers, a system for a heart
Rap music for beats, heroin for a son
And is married to the streets
Crack pipes for lungs, and he never sleeps
Just spies with dice in his eyes
Loves life cause he likes when it dies
With a baking soda soul, he cough up pleasure
Clothes made out of dollar bills that he sowed together
He knows he's clever
Jail is his house
All the liquor that's poured out goes right in his mouth
Rides around on a stray bullet
With prostitutes, pimps, dope dealers, and killers tied to it to pull it
A TV in his head, strippers slide down his legs
And he's known to ride around with the feds
(You'll be out there)
But righteousness is a father teaching his kids
That's what's better than wealth is the respecting of self
A pistol packing old lady standing up to the dope dealers on the block
Making sure her presence is felt
A teacher teaching that thinking is cool
Listen before you mention I'm letting school turn him into fools
Keeping God first, Lupe is here
FNF up, homie I see you out there