Lyrical Breakdown of Wailin' - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wailin'" 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 "Wailin'" 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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Wailin' Wailin' Wailin' In the zone like Keyser Söze, always the usual suspect (wailin') No check, all I got in this game is my respect And southern pride I be, checkin' my fuckin' head (wailin') Scared, lookin' up in your face, boy I see dead If you test like SAT, then I guess that we may be (wailin') Enemies in the P's freestyles be freebies I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I? (Wailin') Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try? Never eating chicken thighs Only the twenty piece mojo, flow zone like Flo Jo (wailin') I wanted to figure out, just how low could yo' hoe go The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush Groove and Breakin' (wailin') Never bakin', rebukin' Satan, we had you waitin' For the second coming, funny how time flies when you're rhymin' (wailin') La-Fa-Ce records, I think they got that perfect timin' To be doper than Saddam, believe the Nation of Islam (wailin') Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin' that dope up out yo' car I think they overstep they boundaries (wailin') Uh, OJ, not guilty, that's how they found he Mm, yeah (wailin') Mm, mm-mm Mm, yeah (wailin') Mm, mm Mm, yeah (wailin') Mm, mm Mm, yeah (wailin') Mm I felt the pressure like sun shinin' (wailin') while raining at the same time I kept on rhymin', not complainin' Storm bringing cats and dogs, my catalogue be the size of golf balls (wailin') Throw up your daisy dukes, I'm hazardous to all you boss hogs And Roscoe P. Col' people, who could boost my locomotive (wailin') But enough of that, everyone can rap unless they ain't supposed to I use my gift of gab to boast and brag in every rhyme I (wailin') Compose won't y'all get sick of that 'Cause I know I do when I hear those Flows that ain't hip hop, you find that shit in the gift shop (wailin') But to each his own, my speech is gone Keep that shit up outta my zone Long as you happy, then I'm happy (wailin') Even if you just hate my fuckin' guts, go 'head and damp me 'Cause I'm gon' damp you anyway and then go home And pray for yo' ass later (wailin') 'cause we might need you in this war I'm wailin' on you traitors like that (like that)