Lyrical Breakdown of Best Of Things - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Xzibit weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Best Of Things" 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 Xzibit 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 Xzibit's narrative.

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Come here, Tre What's up, son? Come on To whom it may concern, yeah, listen Sorry I'm away so much, yeah, yeah All the sons, daughters, penitentiary niggas, yeah, feel me Uh, sorry I'm away so much, yeah My son was born about four and a half years ago Loved and protected him, amazin' how fast they grow I came to know about his likes and his dislikes (yeah) Video games, taught him how to ride his first bike (that's it) This is the life my, little nigga, I see you gettin' all upset When I'm leavin' the house, poutin', let me tell you about Tryna make it in this world and provide for you 'Cause on them oversea plane rides, I miss you too Never knew that I would have to be away so much Five thousand dollar phone bills keepin' in touch We Starskey and Hutch (yeah), we partners for life (yeah) I rock mics, so I'm sorry when I hug you if I squeeze too tight Long nights in the studio take me away Gettin' mad 'cause I'm tired and you want me to play Money can't replace time, I'm just tryna get you out of the fine relyin' And expand your mind, my lil' ni', yeah Yeah, come on Look, sorry I'm away so much Understand me, yeah It's for you, huh, yeah (you, and you, and you) Come on, look, sorry I'm away so much Keep it gangsta Look, I got a brother locked down, he be out in a couple Knuckle for knuckle, a veteran and nothin' but muscle Now broadcastin' live from behind the wall Stayin' tight through long kites and telephone calls Gettin' hype when you see your brother on TV Can't wait for your release so you can roll with me Arrange everything exactly how it's supposed to be For right now here's a thousand, J, stay lo-key You say, "Damn, Xzibit, why ain't you pay a nigga a visit?" Time limits got me movin' a million miles a minute Knee deep in it, gotta strike while the iron is hot Still gotta eat and keep the lights on when it's not Sleepin' on cots, bullet wounds got you in knots I wish I was there to snatch you up instead of the cops Motherfuck it, do the time and get it out of the way You goin' from convict to corporate nigga in one day (in one day) Yeah, we keep it movin' Look, sorry I'm away so much All the daughters, all the sons around the world It's for you, it's for you (and you, yeah, and you) Sorry I'm away so much (yeah) Hell yeah (Yo, Quik) Now I ain't never been this hot before (no) So in essence it's obvious, I ain't never been this out before I'm spending 25-8 days, 366 times a year Up in the studio freakin' and mixin' rhymes in here Nothin' but beer, bud smoke, Hen and Coke Women and sheer, callin' playa niggas here Not the kinda place I really wannabring my son So get on little Dane, go in there and have you some fun Used to be there, cook a beat up in there sewin' your clothes While I'm with you on the PlayStation showin' you codes Hit the X button stupid, forward, left, right, X (give me the controller) Now I'm tryna get your college fund, bustin' with X Come here, give dada kiss No, don't do that, mama, 'cause dada be back Here go your baba, Pampers, flashy heaven, you can see that You tryna figure out why dada talkin' to you through this glass on the phone? Ooh, I slapped a bitch and then she snitched, but I'll be home (come on) Can't keep me away, just can't stay away Sorry I'm away so much (sorry I'm away so much) Baby girl Locked down in the pen (five minutes to chow) Sorry I'm away so much (won't let me stay in touch) One phone call a month Sorry I'm away so much (sorry I'm away so much) (Won't cut my hair though) (Can't even smoke a blunt, yeah) They won't let me stay in touch (let me stay in touch) Tried to write a kite (on the yard) Said it wasn't right They tried trippin' (another number) DJ Quik, Suga Free and Xzibit That's my parole, mama Sorry I'm away so much That's my PO, baby She don't want nothin', she just want me to pee in that cup, okay Want baba? You sleepy?