Lyrical Breakdown of B.I.B. (Feat. Krizz Kaliko) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "B.I.B. (Feat. Krizz Kaliko)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Tech N9ne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "B.I.B. (Feat. Krizz Kaliko)" 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 Tech N9ne 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 Tech N9ne's narrative.

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How much of the trauma did mama get, ayy? Way up to the highest level that drama gets, ayy To the pain of my mother's heartache was on a display Y'all don't want a sick day to my mama's dismay, ayy Thinking of all of it I never wanted a part of it Remember I wanted to let go When smoking, I managed to get low It coulda been worse like when I was talking to homies When the cellular phone up on death row When I never had to serve a stretch so I can still say "but I'm blessed though" But why did I have to hear mama getting beat In third grade, so I couldn't really give him missing teeth But I knew from grandma that what you sow you're gonna freaking reap So he robbed a bank and got about 30 years in the pen' for the mission, peace Blessed to get away But stressed to this day When checks hit a nay No money, depressed and it's grey But the family didn't stutter to pull her and the kid inside their homes Sometimes it was butter and sugar sandwiches Graduated to healthy niggas Try'na protect this investment Moving like stealthy figures All that poverty and pain it really helped me give a damn It dealt me this killer jam, now wealthy I'm living grand Still I felt these shivers And the cold nights living through all these stressors I'm feeling like I had a lifelong baby bib to protect me from messes Around my neck so I'm safe as far as threats go From the last row to the best flow I can now say that I'm blessed though All of these things that get me down I know there's gotta be an upside, now Found somewhere, yeah If I can't pick my face up off the ground And I don't know what's next I holler "but I'm blessed" All of these things that get me down I know it's gotta be an upside down Found somewhere, yeah If I can't pick my face up off the ground And I don't know what's next I'm hollow, but I'm blessed, yeah Under pressure Feel like God No discussion when I pull that card Until I see different I know what I know Under pressure Feel like God No discussion when I pull that card Until I see different I know what I know