Lyrical Breakdown of End Of The Day - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "End Of The Day" 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 "End Of The Day" 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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Yeah It always come together, right? Allow me to reintroduce Xzibit Had to tell myself the truth, found truth to live it The worst feelin' next to death is feelin' betrayed Entrepreneur on the big screen, actin' his age We used to wake up drunk, sloppy as fuck Get it together, you can do better, enough is enough I can hear my father's voice, "You're not defined by mistakes" Never count the shots you miss, only the ones that you make And forgiveness is essential, it's so good for your health It's gon' take time for your enemies, so just start with yourself Dressed in a suit, in pursuit of generational wealth I'm in the coupe with a woo-wop tuggin' my belt But I gotta be a monster 'cause the cycle is vicious How you turn around and hate me when I put you in position to win? Man, fuck it, take it on the chin My real niggas gon' be with me 'til the end, believe that California king, I stick to my subjects I got love for my people, ain't nothin' above it (nah) I'm bold, hotter than a stove, I dare you to touch it (uh-huh) Cut out the feelings like Achilles and put you on crutches (yup) I'm a man first, never sell soul for seconds Put marijuana in the air, enjoyin' the essence No other time like the present, I'm gifted with blessings (okay) Before I make this my profession, I got some confessions I almost died when I was young when I got stuck in a gate They had to lift it off the track 'cause it was crushin' my face Pick up the pace, clean plates, leavin' nothin' to waste No more sketchy niggas invadin' my personal space (no more, no more) Coulda supplied you with the bag, pounds, quarters and eighths I grew up where e'rybody had a gun in they waist But I chose to take a path a lot harder to travel I refuse to lose my life at the end of a gavel Half the battle not fallin' outta your saddle When the bullshit jumpin', the flow ain't open for discussion I don't fabricate the fiction, I fuck with the facts And if you touch me with that hand, you ain't gettin' it back, Tre Capital At the end of the day, do whatever it takes Chest out, back straight, look 'em right in the face Ten toes down, my nigga, this just how we was raised (uh-huh) But we all walkin' the same way at the end of the day I hardly talk, I'm reserved, I'm cautious Just watch me, I walk on my words regardless For every single day we had to starve, no pardons Snakes hiss in parcel, what you get paid to play your part is what's deserved This shit be wicked, but I make installments Take that shit in doses, you too exposed I don't get involved, but watch it closely Somewhere off the coast is where it's mostly found I'm focused, energy read, don't approach me, just play it low Heavy depend on the scale that you waitin' for What kinda scale that you weigh it on Niggas just don't get it I know it's real 'cause I feel it in my spirit, ain't that some shit? At the end of the day, do whatever it takes Chest out, back straight, look 'em right in the face Ten toes down, my nigga, this just how we was raised (uh-huh) But we all walkin' the same way at the end of the day