Lyrical Breakdown of Real with Yourself - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Real with Yourself" 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 "Real with Yourself" 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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Pull up, I be stuntin' keep it quiet, not public Turn your phone off, he ain't calling, I does this Get the body drippin', stop playin', I know what to do, oh, yeah Baby I don't play no games when I'm in it I go deep, so deep, girl, I'm swimming He don't love you like I do, he don't keep it real with you Fuck him! Bet you he don't do it like I do Catch him off side riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!" Girl, come back to the crib To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!" Girl, you know I reside Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you He knocking off with you Girl, I'm in love with you [?] love your body, want you get undressed, ooh yeah Let my charm go [?], 'till there's nothing left, ooh yeah Come from Saint Louis, they know by my city Lick up on the candy shop like I'm fifty Look your girl, she went on ride like I'm jiggling She wanna cuff me then [?] gonna get me You and me in a fantasy, off in Venice, oh so sexually He don't love you like I do Aye, aye listen here, little nigga I know what you doing with my woman when I ain't with her Keep on wolfin', I'm a hit you with the chrome in ya iron liver Give it a moment you'll be floating, ya folks'll be crying rivers Who are ya thinking put her together, me No matter who's punching we will forever B-L-double-O-D, so roguely, how you dissing, don't know me Hoe chose me, and I think it's funny you think she your trophy What's up, MO, dirty Fucking with the real you get hit with the 30-30 Not because you gets the wet, miss the Tech Gotta make you hit the deck, cause of disrespect Now who you gonna run to? When in the pack of a gun dumper Some thunder, will be coming when I confront ya Some want ya, cause ya flashy they come hunt ya And you don't even know I sent her to you, dumb youngster! Bet you he don't do it like I do Catch him off side riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!" Girl, come back to the crib To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!" Girl, you know I reside Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you He knocking off with you Girl, I'm in love with you So chop it for real, one when you shoot (Keep it real with yourself) Baby, stop playing, girl you know I do you right Go ahead and dim the lights, paparazzi lights flashing every night Maserati swerve, swerve, swerve on your curves What's the word, word, word? If he wants beef let me know how you went and served From Saint Louis, we just live like it is a purge Uh, I ain't scared of nobody, I got them girls in the lobby You looking [?], hit everybody I promise I'll do it for you, only you Leave his body with holes, with I-V tools It's getting tightening, [?], even though I do This shit, will gun it, we don't trying to see that, [?] I swear, I, God if he want it I'm rushing with pistols busting I leave his body in public, and chop it for getting nothing! (Gah!) (You all mine, oh, oh!) Bet you he don't do it like I do Catch him off side riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!" Girl, come back to the crib To the bedroom, baby, I shoot "pop, pop, pop!" Girl, you know I reside Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you He knocking off with you Girl, I'm in love with you So chop it for real, one when you shoot (Keep it real with yourself)