Lyrical Breakdown of Wheelz Of Steel - Outkast - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wheelz Of Steel - Outkast" 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 "Wheelz Of Steel - Outkast" 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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Uh As I sit in my b-boy stance With flip-flops and socks, and sweatpants I'm finna enhance your brain, check it out Once upon a time not long ago When the player from the Point didn't have no flow A nigga hit me for my tennis shoes, walkin' to the store Caught a player slippin', but now I lay it to the floor Just like carpet, 'cause I got the heat in my baby momma name now Never braggin just to stay knot Even when I was a younger lad I learned my lesson Never talked to strangers in the trap and answer questions The Pope and his folks got us under a scope But for unknown reasons 'cause we don't sell dope That you distribute, we don't contribute, to your clandestine activity My soliloquoy, may be hard for some to swallow But so is cod liver oil You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl Two things I hate lies and thieves, they make my blood boil Boa constricted, on my soul that they call Touched by the wheelz of steel Now show me how you feel Touched by the wheelz of steel Now show me how you feel It took your momma nine months to make it But it only took a nigga 30 minutes to take it Cut that kronk clean up I did, but I did so not safely Don't want no AIDS, no claps, or no rabies Yeah, we take no shit, like umm, stopped up commodes Gotta collect call, they done locked up my folks Low blow, hit me in the left ventricle We won't be able to ride out 'til 2004 But not for long 'cause we got a better sack to serve Tryin' to take you other people for your rims at the curb 'Fore you swerve and bust ya forehead, go 'head, go 'head More head for me, while you ride to the beat Drop, like Tears, like For Fears, you know Shout, shout let it all out, just for my peers And pupils who feel like it's time to unwind Like December 31st, on 1999 Touched by the wheelz of steel Now show me how you feel Touched by the wheelz of steel Now show me how you feel Okay, like this, yeah, yeah One time for my boy doing King shit Two times, too legit and it don't quit Three times for my folks in the drop top Four times, OutKast and it don't stop One time for my girls doing Queen thangs Dead fresh to the T, eatin' chicken wings Three times for my girls in the beauty shop Four times, OutKast and it don't stop Touched by the wheelz of steel Now, show me how you feel Touched by the wheelz of steel