Lyrical Breakdown of If You Real, Keep It Real - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "If You Real, Keep It Real" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Master P weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "If You Real, Keep It Real" 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 Master P 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 Master P's narrative.

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Soldiers Be all you can be This No Limit shit tho... We in this for life This not just a job baby This an adventure, ya heard me? Chorus: Now if you real, keep it real But if you fake, then you phony Nigga Go join the navy, You can't f**k with this army [Master P] I gave a couple niggaz some tanks and I want 'em back Nigga sent me some beats... But I don't want that In '89 I had a Benz, you ain't had a buck I bought your only f**kin house, and your first f**kin truck You pawn your rolley boy? Oh... you doin' bad? Stop trickin' to them hoes, and you wouldn't be on your ass Now when times got hard You ran your mouth like a bitch Sold your soul to the devil, when you ran with other cliques You ain't no soldier boy Take that tat off your stomach Nigga talkin' bout he love me But bitch you love my money Now if greed come between me and my niggaz May god bless his soul And I hope he forgive me Chorus [Silkk The Shocker] These fake niggaz gon' fall off We gonna be around for a minute Thats why niggaz, shoot shots and run We stick around and finish Now... see me dogg? I'm around to win it And I don't f**k around with you niggaz Stop step the f**k away from around my Bentley I'm bought to blow off these fake niggaz head Sayin' "whats wrong with Slim?" Them niggaz fake P That's why theres no f**kin' songs with them We put our money together Just like we started with crack We let a couple niggaz shine We bought to take it back You know its mic's now nigga We started with gats Let a nigga play me on the streets So dogg, I ain't gonna start with this rap Gonna let them fake niggaz go Thats how we gonna settle down If we hustle we stil be rich bitch... if we never rap Chorus P talking till the end of the song