Lyrical Breakdown of Grand Royal - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Grand Royal" 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 "Grand Royal" 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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[T.I.] What? (Nigga, what.) I'm the King of the Motherfuckin south. (Huh, what? I'm T.I.P nigga.) Picture that, nigga. (Try me then nigga. King of the South.) I ain't got no hits. Nigga, kiss my ass, nigga. (Bust me then, sucker. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.) Nigga, I been bustin'. You don't like it. Outbust me then, nigga. Nigga, I can fight nigga. I can say what the fuck I wanna say, nigga. (PSC.) King of the got damn south. Bust me then, nigga. [Verse 1] Might see T.I.P in one of them drop things Way down the block, man Swerving in and out of lanes, getting some hot brain I'm telling ya, I'm hot man From here to Scott Lane You know the day I drop, man Shawty, I'm not playing Now hold up, st-stop dammit Shawty, you're not jammin' If you hear one more, got dammit I-I-I can't stand it I'm taking over spots to damage that B.I.G and Pac image you got Stop dick riding, your shit's tired I doubt if even your bitch buy it for six 'ollars I can't see how niggas who not spitting ask why they not winnin' Or why their record not spinning, why niggas not feeling it Cause that shit is not real, and we know you're not out killing shit [Chorus: x2] Crown grand royalty Shawty, I must be Whoever wanna shut me, uh-up Just outbust me Until then I'm king hood, don't act like you ain't know it You wanna be supreme, hood, go get 16 for it [Verse 2] I been spittin since way back like the seats in the Lac, nigga Since the days of 97 sats in the back of the trap, nigga I ain't a rap nigga, I just happen to rap What is different? I ain't gotta act and still I'm hotter than that nigga I think all of ya wack niggas should give your plaques To the real killers and crack dealers writing your script Get a grip, you need your ass whipped, for trying to be famous Everybody know my flow is chainless and that's how I remain Is T-I-P, K-I-N-G, O-F-D-A-S-O, a U-T-H Labeled as one of the greatest when it comes to the flow Give a damn what you think Cause if the legends of the south ain't complaining Like Outkast and Goodie Mob What the hell and the fuck do I care what you saying I'm T.I.P. [Chorus: x2] What, what, what Y'all still ain't heard Pussy nigga, y'all still ain't heard T.I.P., King of the South, shut your motherfucking mouth Or come see bout me, homie [Verse 3] Well, whether you can't live with it Or you just can't love it One thing that you can't say Is shawty we ain't busting I was the King of the South before my single was out I gave you everything from the ho to the dope game Now hold up, wait shawty, wanna buy at 8 shorties So go and get the weight shawty, out of the safe for me They all can go for 140, meet me at 1:40 Now hey, don't play no games with me I ain't no lame sissy All I'ma bring wit me, is the niggas who hang with me They smoke and drank and slang with me So they'll bang with me Know if they came with me, that they dying to die for me Or bust a 45 at the blink of a eye for me Now don't be fucking round, f-fore you be ducking down You ain't going hear that busting sound Til right 'fore you touch the ground Now know that AK'll turn you browner than Bobby And I were raised in the yay, rapping just was my hobby I'm king hood [Chorus: x3] [T.I.] What? King of the South Motherfuck y'all niggas What? Nigga, yal don't know This my city, nigga ATL, nigga What? I washawty born and raised, nigga Die here Born and raised, nigga Bankhead-born, Bankhead-bred One nigga down going be Bankhead dead Nigga, what? Outbust me then ATL in this motherfucker You don't like it, nigga Kiss my motherfucking ass Get a Benz then talk, nigga I don't give a fuck what you think about that little bitty-ass house you got Nigga, get a house on a lake Then come tell me something, nigga You don't like down south Fuck you then Got plenty dick for your mouth Ho ass nigga I can fight Come see bout me Ho ass nigga PSC in this motherfucker