Lyrical Breakdown of I'm on It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Soulja Boy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I'm on It" 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 Soulja Boy 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 Soulja Boy's narrative.

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Uh, aye Yeah, yeah (Audio Cartel shit, baby) (Yeah) (Desro) Soulja S-O-D-N-G (Konomi) You already know, man, we got the stacks Headed to the bag, get the fuck out my way You don't want it I'm stackin' that cash up every day (yeah) Nigga headed to the bag, you know I'm on it And fuck all that shit that they talkin' bout, uh, yo, my mind on it Walk up in the club with the racks on me, nigga You already know that the draco on it (I'm on it) Soulja, I'm most wanted I got that back I ain't even try to flunk it You know that them racks is on me, gettin' to the cash, yeah Pull up long digit dash Yeah, I got them racks on me and they gotta spaz I'm in the trap beat the pot and I heat the glass Me and Andre go high on the Peter Pan Let that draco, make it scream, like my biggest fan Follow my heart, pick 'em up like an Easter Egg Double cup Ride with a stick shoot a 223 Might pop out the cut with a copper that stick on me It's like a bomb, like we hit the lottery Hop out the cut, all of that guap on me 223 bullets will knock out a artery Big draco, nigga ain't excepting apologies (skrrt, gang) Headed to the bag, get the fuck out my way You don't want it I'm stackin' that cash up every day (yeah) Nigga headed to the bag, you know I'm on it And fuck all that shit that they talkin' bout, uh, yo, my mind on it Walk up in the club with the racks on me, nigga You already know that the draco on it Pop-out with a hundred Pop-out with a hundred-fourty Racks on me, racks on me, yeah (Racks on me-)