Lyrical Breakdown of Player's Ball (Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Player's Ball (Remix)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how OutKast weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Player's Ball (Remix)" 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 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's narrative.
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Man, the scene was so thick
Lowriders, '77 Sevilles, El Dogs
Nothing but them 'Lacs
All the players, all the hustlers
I'm talking 'bout a black man heaven here, nahmsayin? Yeah
What?
This is the way I creep my season, here's my ghetto rep
To say the least no, no it can't cease
Have to find something to do better, bet
Silent
I gots it crunk, if it ain't real, ain't right
Fifth, reasons
Oh naw
I'm getting blizzard at HoJo, I got that hoochie waiting
It's OutKast for the books, let's go
All the players came from far and wide
Wearing afros and braids, kicking them gangsta rides
Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day
When the player ball is happening, all day ery'day
Halle-lu-jah, halle-lu-jah
'Cause I'm a player, doing what the players do
The chitlins old as bitches
Mobbing folks in the back
Having the blitz that don't die out, choke
Yeah, 'cause it's in the air
I hit the parks, I hit the cuts
I'm wide open on the freeway, my pager broke my vibe
See what them junkies gotta give me
'Cause it's like that, yeah (come on)
All the players came from far and wide
Wearing afros and braids, kicking them gangsta rides
Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day
When the player ball is happening, all day ery'day
Socks on no chim-
Not, pot
We got the Mary in the Dungeon
(Just to let you niggas know in '93, that's how we coming)
So ho-ho, check my king-ass 'fro
It goes, ten, bend, bend
For no rat
Fill my body, where's the party?
A five, fo', a three, two, here comes the one
Spark another one (yeah)
All the players came from far and wide
Wearing afros and braids, kicking them gangsta rides
Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day
When the player ball is happening, all day ery'day
Here's a little something for the players out there hustling
Getting down for theirs
From East Point, College Park, Decatur, Da 'Briar
You know, worldwide
Down, for theirs
All the players came from far and wide
Wearing afros and braids, kicking them gangsta rides
Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day
When the player ball is happening, all day ery'day
All the players came from far and wide
Wearing afros and braids...