Lyrical Breakdown of On Some Real Shit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "On Some Real Shit" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Mac Miller weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "On Some Real Shit" 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 Mac Miller 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 Mac Miller's narrative.

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I know you gotta feel this I'm on some real shit I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit I know you gotta feel this I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit I'm on some real shit (let's go) Check it out I'm on some real shit (one time, one time) I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit I know you gotta feel this (your boy Mac) I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit I'm on some real shit, let's go (and let's go) I pull my hoodie down, and take a look around On sounds that shook a town, man it feel good to smile So I shouldn't frown when the night is looking down Mirror, mirror on the wall, who the smoothest crook around? Takin' some dollas, and makin' away from Impalas Shakin' the Jakes 'cause they chasin' the face of a robber Actin' goofy, absolutely 'Cause my passion suits me, so blast the tunes please I see the world with four eyes, hip-hop tour guide Hear the war cries, rap or die Wanna get signed, drive a four door ride Be more fly, 'till then I'll just soar by With a wave I'm a bat in a cave Sit back in the shade when I'm passin' the haze Misbehave, I'm a trouble-making teenager Beat rable, heats paper to please haters Seat taken, three-term Mayor Gettin' re-elected just three terms later Uh, I've seen greater days, so let the haters play their game Dreams fade away when you make the predator the prey The ace of spades can make it's way to save the day But from the start a club of heart was diamond Now I'm in Zion, flying through the skyline The game on my back, I got 5 spines Black cat with 9 lives, time flies by So I got one life to lose it But how will I use it? (uh) I put it all in the music 'Cause y'all pussies Fold away before they hand your cards Broke-ass rappin' now you Dancin' With The Stars I'm handling these bars like a simple situation Basin' on them cats who don't fit in the equation Patience is a virtue but fuck it I want it now Get my record deal ready get Diddy up on the dial "Hello, wassup Puffy, I'm on my grind and hungry Throw me to the people they gon' love me, trust me" 'Cause these older cats is gettin' a little rusty It's time for a change like Barack said And I don't care Hip-hop is not dead Spit hot lead but none of these haters get shot dead They don't bother me, I'll leave them playing for my wife Kick back have a laugh while you complainin' 'bout your life Grrr you hate Mac and you say you gon' fight? It's all good bro, you entertainment for tonight Like I'ma be mad? You hatin' cause I'm white Do a lot a cryin', lettin' pain out on the mic 'Cause, overall I'm iller than most of y'all Y'all pussy, never ever goin' for it all You scared of a little risky coachin' call What happened? I thought you were the know-it-all? I stay smokin' well, haze got a potent smell It take me back to kickin' raps back in Show-And-Tell I wanted to show people, all of my bro's peoples Have a dude come up like "Yo, I know people" The need for Dead Presidents, this dough evil So lethal, police'll, always try to beat you Seat you down try and have you run your mouth Bring your mother out, "Look what your son is now" (Laughs) See my mom, she know her son is well The youngest child, she been through it for a while 911 on the dial with a smile 'Cause I'm wild, foul child style Too focused on my grind to ever catch an "f" My heart in it, down eight with five seconds left I want the best won't settle for nothin' less And I always stay dressed in somethin' fresh So keep your head on straight and show respect to the game And that's what this beat messaged my brain