Lyrical Breakdown of ? - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how OutKast feat. Cee-Lo weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "?" 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 OutKast feat. Cee-Lo 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 OutKast feat. Cee-Lo's narrative.

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And there's a, and there's a And there's a, and there's a, finnne. linnne Too late to pray that I'm on it. Ya, yeah, yeahhhh Y'all, uh-huh, y'all And there's a fine line between love and hate you see Came way too late, but baby I'm on it. And there's a fine line between love and hate you see Came way too late, but baby I'm on it. Can't worry bout, what a nigga think now see That's Liberation and baby I want it. Can't worry bout, what anotha nigga think Now that's Liberation and baby I want it. (Let me hear it, let me hear it, let me hear those, let me hear those) How many times I, sit back and contemplate I'm fresh off the dank, but I'm tellin my story. My relationship, with my folks is give and take And I done took so much, not givin my glory Now have a choice to be who you wants to be It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me (yes she did) I said I have a choice to be who you wants to be It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me No, nooo, noooooooo I'm so tired, it's been so long - struggling, hopelessly Seven and forty days. heyyy Ohhhh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe To make you believe, I'd give my life awayyyy Oh lord, I'm so tired, I'm so tired My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my owwwwn All on my owwwwn, weeeeeee. We alive or we ain't livin, that's why I'm givin until it's gone Cause I don't wanna be alone (I don't wanna be alone) I don't wanna be alone. yeahhhheeeeee If there's anything I can say, to help you find your way Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and I. There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe That you die. but I can feel it in the wind The beginning or the end But people keep your head to the skyyyyy Shake that load off, shake that load off Folk in your face, you're a superstar Niggaz hang around cause of who you are You get a lot of love cause of what you got Say they happy for you but they really not Sell a lot of records and you roll a benz Swoll up in the spot, now you losin friends All you wanna do is give the world your heart Record label tried to make you compromise your art You make a million dollars, make a million mo' First class broad treat you like a nigga po' You wanna say "Wait!" but you're scared to ask As your world starts spinning and it's moving fast Tryin' to stay sane is the price of fame Spending your life trying to numb the pain You shake that load off and sing your song Liberate the minds, then you go on home. I must admit, they planted a lot of things In the brains and the veins of my strain Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine From them whores, from the flame From a post in the game Makes it hard to maintain focus They're from the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts Cause it's a hard row to hoe If your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall And the ground just dry But the roots are strong, so some survive So you're surprised, now I'm bustin cries You got more juice than Zeus Slangin lightnin tryin to frighten Plains dwellers, of the Serengeti But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded Melanin silicon and collagen injected Dissectin my pride, fool I don't wanna get it started We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it Unless you lookin at the canvas of life And not through the peephole of mortality Single minded mentality Gettin over on loopholes Gettin paid two-fold on technicalities Clickin your heels, scared to bust how you feel Pack the steel Pickin cotton from the killing fields with no toe I don't we in Kansas no mo' though Midwest or Dirty South Clean dressed or dirty mouth Whether robbin preachers or killin Poor Righteous Teachers You a scared demon Shouldn't be allowed to spread semen And your cowardly lies never defyin the jackals who babble Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs Though the man on your head say the story As you downplay your glory Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of your brethern happen Just by rappin. LIBERTAD.