Lyrical Breakdown of Swing Ya Rag - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Swizzy, need y'all to take y'all rags out, man, T.I And let it swang, swang, swang, swang Let it swang, swang, swang, swang Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air Swang New Akoo outfit with a Gucci rag Tied to my belt loop and my Louis bag Full of stacks rubber bands round big cash Got a sick swag tell the haters get mad, come on We in the club homes getting' our thug on Bottles of Patron if you grown get your buzz on We brought the broads out and brought the cars out I'm like the moon I shine and bring the stars out When it dark out, get the squad out We ball hard sucka nigga eat your heart out I'm too advanced super swag in my Louis pants Ballin' on my Louis silk shirt match my Louis rag Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air Swang I say, whoa kimosabe, big ballin' is my hobby I'm boppin' while I'm walkin, rag fallin' out my pocket If big money ain't the topic, homie, I ain't even talkin' Hated on by the workers but I'm cool with all the bosses Catch me flossin' at the mall, talkin to a broad She follow me in Gucci and I taught her how to ball Three pair of shoes, four shirts, six rags The chick said, dag, that's more than my bag Shawty, I can show you how to spend this bread real fast Then get a group of chicks to give you head real fast Silk scarf hangin' out of my jeans Naw homie, I ain't thinking, I'm just doin, my thing Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air Swang I took some time off, and now I'm back y'all You in the line at the club, I'm in the back, dawg And when this song on, ballers peel stacks off And make it rain on them broads, watch them stacks fall And pull your rag out and wave it left, right Let it sag with ya pants, get ya swag just right Ride Bankhead flare flyin' out the Benz Once a fool with it we 'gon bring 'em out again Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air Swang