Lyrical Breakdown of I Swear To God - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Rick Ross weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I Swear To God" 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 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 Rick Ross's narrative.

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[Intro:] Watch the real niggas celebrate All the real niggas selling weight Watch the real niggas celebrate [Hook:] I swear to God, that's on my kids Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live For every gangster ever died or did a bid Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they killin' it quick Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business Five grand will get you killed, what's a life sentence? Life sentence, huh! [Verse 1:] I'm paranoid cause I'm in the Porsche In the projects, sitting on a brick of boy I swear to God, this dick could change your life So grab your bags, it's time to catch a flight I levitate on all these pussy niggas I never hate on all these pussy niggas My tax bracket on some other shit I could put you on that mothership [Hook:] I swear to God, that's on my kids Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live For every gangster ever died, or did a bid Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they killin' it quick Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business Five grand will get you killed, what's a life sentence? Life sentence, huh! [Verse 2:] Start winning, niggas wanna whisper in the dark Spray the drivers side window when the Lincoln park I think these niggas out here reading lips Salty, we the only niggas eating chips Gotta separate from all these pussy niggas You could never hesitate or you's a pussy, nigga We started off dead broke Now I got forty million in a fucking yoke I got four million in my boat All jokes aside, a few million in my hoe Double M, know the G's nigga Colombia, sipping mojitos with leaves nigga [Hook:] I swear to God, that's on my kids Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live For every gangster ever died or did a bid Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they killin' it quick Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence? Life sentence, huh! [Verse 3:] Rose-gold Jesus, rose-gold watch All-black ghost, all-black glock Three new flows, that's off top All white squares, the city on lock I swear to God, I need a hundred m's Till the day I die, I plan to represent Hold your heads high, we had a nice run Let the bankers know, we have just begun I broke the mold, my total assets Will get you assholes left in the past tense I broke the mold in every aspect I'll get you assholes left in the past tense [Hook:] I swear to God, that's on my kids Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live For every gangster ever died, or did a bid Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they killin' it quick Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence? Life sentence, huh!