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.

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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