Lyrical Breakdown of Rooted - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Scarface weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Rooted" 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 Scarface 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 Scarface's narrative.

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You win some, you lose some, life in a nutshell Free all my niggas on locked down, fuck jail I've seen enough hell to never wanna live there Tattooed teardrops, sitting in a wheelchair Kids on the streets doing bad, momma moved out Dopeman pushing on the corner where the schoolhouse sits This is bullshit, this can't be life I can't blame it on the hood 'cuz it gave me life This a stick-up, don't turn it to a 187 I don't go to church so I'm far from a Reverend Ain't nothing like a young nigga, armed with an AK Walking up the sidewalk, shooting in the broad day Fuck what a broad say, I'm all day villain I'm getting money so I'm always chilling And even though they say I'm killing all they children I'm just a nigga hustling for my million dollars You know I stay rooted I stay rooted I and I stay rooted Crooked officer, crooked officer I stay rooted (beh!) I and I stay rooted Now if I had to play Jack, I'll be leaving you bad news Everybody in here be bound and gagged too I'm postin' at your crib nigga hurry yo ass home' You was out here hi-capping and all yo stash gone The money met the [?] that was a real life no-no It don't take a bunch of niggas, just me solo I go for dolo, I can't tell on myself Immature ass niggas get you sentenced to death Loud talking in the tank like he a stoned cold killer And you fighting a murder charge, my nigga? The moral of the story is keeping your mouth shut Cuz everybody is listening, speaking you fucked up I tell you like them old cats say: get what you get and get your ass out the way Cuz greed'll get you 35 type, you're 27, that's the rest of your fucking life You know I stay rooted I stay rooted I and I stay rooted Crooked officer, crooked officer I stay rooted (beh!) I and I stay rooted (It's in my DNA, my blood type G, my roots is deep up in these motherfucking streets) Real recognize what's real, the bullshit see through The way I spit it, ain't another one that's equal This for my people in the game ten toes, rooted in the streets, and withholding info We got secrets we gone take to the grave We don't honor nothing else, except the rules of getting paid And no wonder why a motherfucker hustling dope Everything we doing legal equal leaving us broke What I hope is that a nigga don't forget where he from And turn his back on his hood cause he's seeing some crumbs And no money in the world that's enough to respect, when somebody take a gun and put it up to your chest Saying 'fuck it' at the same time he squeezing a round You can blame it on your homeboy for keeping you down If it was me, I'd be leery of the people I meet, cuz in this motherfucking game niggas playing for keeps You know I stay rooted I stay rooted I and I stay rooted Crooked officer, crooked officer I stay rooted I and I stay rooted