Lyrical Breakdown of Jackin for Beats - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Jackin for Beats" 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 "Jackin for Beats" 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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Keep my name out your mouth, I done said it befo' Cause all them games I ain't 'bout, tell whoever you know Befo' I pull this thang out, aim it dead at ya throat Or bring the rifle out the house and put ya head in the scope Pimp I'm trained for the drama shawty ready to go See me hangin' out the hummer spittin' seventy mo' You was talkin' 'bout a drought, I was peddlin' snow And I doubt you'd get some blow as cheap as I'm sellin' it fo' Hey I'm a G, what I'm worried 'bout a felony fo'? When I get free bet I'll be ballin' hard as ever befo' Got some chevy's but a benz what I'm usually in Niggas hatin' on my crew I'll put a few in the wind Keep it pimpin' till the end, while you choose to pretend Shot a video in the pen and I'll do it again Made news nationwide from eleven to ten Headline sendin' Peter Jennings and friends Nigga, I'm so cool, been doing this since the old school You turn into a gangsta when your vocals hit the protools So don't get it confused, you don't know that dude I'm hardcore no gold teeth, no tattoos If you don't want no beef nigga don't act rude I got a 4-4 fo' yo' at-ti-tude We can talk or shoot it out, whatever you choose Have it back in the county blues on the TV news Only two rules when you walk in my shoes One: Take no shit, number two: don't lose I'm throwed off, punk fool nigga loosen my screws Pass my patna the tool and leave you wet as a pool Lames get it misconstrued, g's you dont fool I know bustin' a grape is somethin' you won't do So be cool, nothin' to prove I been bustin' them rugers and givin' you busters the blues Since you were suckers in school This is a situation you gon' wish you never pursued You wanna push me? Pussy nigga do what you do Trappin' just in my flows? Nigga au contrair Been sellin' blow since I was 12 years old my dear Bustin' calicos just to let 'em know I'm here Choppers in the trunk of every auto I steer When you was in the classroom try'na pick a career I was sellin' glass, countin' cash, drinkin' a beer I agree this rap beef shit is so last year But ask if I'll tear a new hole in your ass? Yeah For flexin' and disrespectin', I don't play about that But no mo' questions, I ain't got shit else to say about that But my sentence'll be finished any day and I'm back nigga Laughin' at you sucka ass hollywood rap niggas Fakin' and they love it but this ain't for the public So in interviews they choose to stay away from the subject I just prove that I'm the truth if you don't like it then fuck it We'll just keep it 'tween me you and this pistol I'm bustin', yeaaah Pussy niggas ain't fuckin' wit' me Cause pistol play in broad day that shit ain't nothin' to me You need to pinch yourself nigga cause you livin' a dream And I'm one of the realest niggas that this industry's seen Think of me as John Gotti wit' a PhD Or either Martin Luther King with a G-A-T I'm ridin' clean paint gleamin' blowin' T-H-C For that reason haters wanna alleviate me But I forgive 'em cause I know it ain't that he hate me He just hate his situation hate that he ain't me O.G.s say a lot of them in me they see Cause I'm a scholar no diploma no GED Now T.I.P. ain't sweet just so ya'll know Had to tone it down for ya cause I know ya'll slow Niggas tongue wrastle plenty yeah but they all show Spread gossip like hoes 'bout what they don't know Got mo' lies to tell than a nigga in jail All my niggas from the streets I know remember me well From how I used to take a key and put the weight on a scale Now I'm seein' how many mills one record can sell nigga You was on the low discussin' a g When Urban Legend drop we'll see what the discussion'll be Sissy ass nigga, hah!