Lyrical Breakdown of All I Know - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "All I Know" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "All I Know" 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 The Game 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 The Game's narrative.
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All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know is that I'm stuck on
This road Of success so I gotta get mine
All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know, all I know
Red phantom, they say I look like Josh Smith from Atlanta
I do, hachoo, excuse you, that nigga look like me
He from the G.A., and I'm M easy, that's Game
I don't do what you niggas do, that's lame
I Soo Woo with my crew from the Bird Gang
I Soo Woo with my crew, from under Young Wayne
A walkin' motherfuckin' flame
Livin' up to my brother's name
Rockin' that red shit, wasn't fuckin' with them other gangs
Amongst other things, they wasn't fuckin' with me
Ain't your average motherfucker, I'm a motherfuckin' G
I got some shit on my chest that I want to get off
I got some shit for that vest that'll knock that bullshit off
Money like Madoff, kill 'em like Adolf
Roy Halladay, I'll let a fuckin' K off
All I know, And I don't take a fuckin' day off...
Is this pain in this life
And this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know is that I'm stuck on
This road Of success so I gotta get mine
All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know, all I know
Cincinnati C hat, Boston B hat
Them is me hats to the Philadelphia P hats
Believe that; bring it to the hood so you can see that
Dumb ass niggas like "Game, where the keys at?"
Automatic start, nigga where the trees at?
Red boned bitch like Alicia, where the keys at?
Freeze that, like a fuckin' picture
If you ain't a Blood, I ain't fuckin' with ya
Nah I'm just fuckin' with ya
Stay on my hood shit, hop in the bucket with ya
Throw the ski masks on and get to straight buckin' with ya
Ain't that some shit, that bastard's sick
You wanna know how I'm livin' nigga, ask your bitch
Told you precisely how the Aston sit, and she a nasty bitch
I came in her mouth ask her lips, you know why?
'Cause I had to go past them lips, Trick
You probably paid for those ass and tits for...
All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know is that I'm stuck on
This road Of success so I gotta get mine
All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know, all I know
Fuck with the Blood clot, smile for my mug shot
Can't go out like 'em but I love Big, I love Pac
Love Fab, love Kiss, that's where the love stops
'Cause I sleep with the enemy and I hug blocks
Birthed me in the drug spot, nigga with a attitude
Searchin' me and it's Fuck cops, nigga pay your gratitude
Before you say I'm actin' rude
Understand I'm tryna feed my people
Hati just like Compton the way I'm packin' food
But I will act a fool, put cheese on your head
Motherfucker I will Green Bay Packer you
Have a whole football team of niggas after you
Like the punt return, when will you fuckin' learn
Now take your ass back to school
Wait 'til 3-o-clock click clack at you
And fuck with your conscience like back packers do
And I ain't Talib, Black Thought or Mos Def
But I've seen the most deaths
And nigga I'm just tellin' you
All I know
All I know
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