Lyrical Breakdown of BIG TYME (feat. Swizz Beatz) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Lyric Overview: Witness how Rick Ross feat. Swizz Beatz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "BIG TYME (feat. Swizz Beatz)" 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 Rick Ross feat. Swizz Beatz employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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God, thank you For blessing me for everything that you've blessed me with They tried to see me down, but we way up Jesus Oh this Swizz Beatz talking on a Just Blaze track Rick Ross on the poetry Ay, Just, this religious God dammit, says Just Blaze Surviving R. Kelly, registered pedophiles (Damn) Tried to feed all my niggas and spread the cheddar 'round (God damn) Gotta castle in Cali where I quote the Qu'ran It's a mansion full of gods 'til I pass the baton I bow my head (Bow my head), you know what's next (Wooh) I say my prayers (Wooh), hands across my chest (God damn) Breaking shackles, I'm that nigga disobeying his master (Oh) Paper chasing, standing still is a fuckin' disaster (Oh) Emmett Till (Emmett Till), cement shoes (Damn) Can I live? My mamma rent due (Wooh) Penal systems come to the Source, Benzino of C Notes (Oh) G don't wanna see it unless it's Moschino (Wooh) It ain't really real until it's a kilo (Damn) I just spoke to Meech, I think I'm Pacino (Say it again) I just spoke to Meech, I think I'm Pacino (Ross) Big time, I just do it big time (Hey) All my niggas really do it big time (God damn) Lil' niggas, but we do it big time (Big time) Started with a nickel rock, now I'm big time Big time (Big time), big time (Say What) Looking in the mirror, Nigga yeah you're big time (Ladies and gentleman) They hated on you, dawg but you're big time (God dammit) Talk behind your back 'cause you're big time (God dammit) Big time (Wooh), big time (Wooh) You a bad bitch, shawty but you're big time Yeah, you got small feet but you're big time (Hey) Bad bitches, big time Real niggas gotta do it big time (Big time) Two seater (Woohoo), big time (Oh) Throw the keys to the bitch, nigga big time Big time, big time, big time, big time, big time My momma gotta come to me because I'm big time (Wooh) Big time, real nigga, big time (Hey) I don't give a fuck, bitch 'cause I'm big time (Big time) Til the day I die, I swear to God I'm big time Amen (Amen Ross) I pray somebody tell you 'bout these bumpy roads (Woo) Only maps to follow is your bible quotes (Yes) And all them things your grandmother and father spoke (Yes) I watch your actions not just captions in the shit you post (Jesus) Cappin' on niggas, that shit'll get you smoked (Oh) But if you rap a lil' different, that shit'll get you more (Woo) Just like baggin' them nickels up and down different coasts (Ah) I be stackin' them tickets, I'm tryna sit with HOV (Oh) I be stackin' my tickets, I'm tryna sit with HOV (A billi') I was washing the dishes, but now I get to toast (Woah) I'm the talk of the bitches while they sippin' mimosas (What's up?) We could gossip 'bout the digits, discuss a few numbers (Talk to me) Too many losses inside the trenches, don't let this become us (Wow) Big time, Maybach Music (God damn) I just got a crib in Chile to chill a few summers (God damn) Or catch me out in Haiti, still running up numbers (God damn) If I look into your eyes, then I made you a promise Miami Heat, I rep like my name was Udonis (Damn) Looking in the mirror, nigga yeah you're big time (Damn) They hated on you, dawg but you're big time (Oh) Talk behind your back 'cause you're big time (Wo wo wo wo wo) Big time (Big time), big time (Hey) You a bad bitch, shawty but you're big time (What's up) Yeah, you got small feet but you're big time Bad bitches, big time Real niggas gotta do it big time Two seater (Woo), big time Throw the keys to the bitch, nigga big time Big time (Woo), big time My barber gotta come to me because I'm big time Big time (Woo), real nigga, big time (What's up) I don't give a fuck, bitch 'cause I'm big time 'Til the day I die, I swear to God I'm big time I know you're big time It's your time to shine Maybach Music