Lyrical Breakdown of 56 Bars - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "56 Bars" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how T.I. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "56 Bars" 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 T.I. 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 T.I.'s narrative.

This lyrical analysis of "56 Bars" not only celebrates T.I.'s artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!

Yeah

(Hey)

Ha, ha, ha, hey, hey, ha

(All right)

Aight Toomp man, this what

The folks been waitin' on, I guess

(That's right)

Let's give it to 'em, baby

(Hey)

Grand Hustle nigga

Ay man, they been waitin' on this shit since

What you know, huh? Yeah, it's the king bitch

Aight my nigga, the wait is over nigga

Hey, hey

One for the money, two for the show dawg

Three for the niggaz hatin' on the low, y'all

Know a picture's worth a million words I'ma show y'all

Death before dishonor, family befo' all

Without the braids, I'm the closest thing to O-Dog

Minus the testimony, say it ain't so homie

Hey, shorty like that, don't he?

World hopped off my jock, I got 'em right back on it

Oh, step back, brush myself off

Picked in and back up right where I left off

I could show my dough that other guys just talk

Hey, where I live just as big as yo' projects dawg

Ay, ha, ha, better check my swagger

How I walk, how I talk, how I stack that cheddar

What I drive, how I dress, nigga less just better

A hundred stacks on that nigga, I'm just, better

Ha, ha, ha, ha, somebody better tell 'em mayne

They swag owe my swag everything

It's very plain to see you study me awful hard

To the point that my swag need a bodyguard

I'd like to thank you 'cause in all of y'all oughta be

Havin' y'all swag sendin' mines an apology

A lot of little me's I see, got beef

But what's the possibilities? Stop seek, you not me

Hardly worth a hill of beans, step up to the guillotine

Get decapitated, don't see how half of you rappers made it

Say goodbye to the fame and fortune, c'est la vie

And what the game need with you nigga?

They got me

I ride through the city, so clean, seat really low

Automobiley, so pretty but I'm illy though

No comparison, ain't a nigga mo' thorough than

This gangsta American flow, doper than heroin

King like Evelyn, champagne mayne

So deranged and belligerent, right up there with Benjamin

Who? Andre 3K, B.I.G., Jay-Z, UGK

Scarface, Makaveli the great, Wayne, Common, Kanye and Lupe

So fuck what you say, you welcome to add to you may

Bet they say as of today I'm back on top like a toupee

Hey, all objections overruled, it's overdue

Both hype, it's over too, I'm so high, up over you

Same guy you see in the streets is as fly as here in the booth

So don't be surprised when you meet me to see I'm really the truth

Ooh, so uncouth, nigga who want proof?

Must agree if shit, I did can't no one undo

I stay on my, one two, nigga who want two?

Turn a brunch into a brawl, do what you gon' do

I'm why it's, hot as a bitch in here still, cool as a Frigidaire

This year I'm on a mission dear, think that was somethin' missin' here