Lyrical Breakdown of Movies - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Movies" 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 "Movies" 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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Maybe it's time I change religions on you turning christians
To a muslim, turn a buddhist to a christian
Tell 'em catholic Ronnie been it
Sipping red wine inside the pentagon
Writing sinister lines till all the ink inside my pen is gone
Jeremy Lin got the world watching ESPN
My sick porno obsession got me watching these lesbians
I'm a sick fucking psychotic master
The mic is my sword the booth is your casket
I'm sitting inside the classic 6 4 with the ratchet
Throwing up west side is my worst fucking habit
Only snap backs and egos eyes looking through peep holes
Is why I don't trust no one except God and Tim Tebow
Living my destiny poppin' pills high as fuck
Fucking bitches in the club holding my spades bottle up
I think it's time you salute me or shoot me
Either way I'm the star of this motherfucking movie
They say I got a suicidal tendency murdering my enemies verse
It ain't no questioning thunder under my shirt
Fuck around and you'll be up under the dirt
This automatic will turn your hum' into a hearse
Worse case scenario pipe bound your burial
They gonna have to bury your twice
The scary cat on this night life
The gulf stream vibing what the weed is top flight
My PO already know I'm a motherfucking flight risk
Heavy chain light risk pay cash for everything that white bitch
She got it, she got it, that's my words the oriental
62 minutes they got it looking like murder all
I'm leaning hard in that flat back turbo charge
Coupe on 20 fours pedal to the floor
100 shots of that nigga still got plenty more
Slim The Mobster and my Israeli-made Uzi
We turn your block to a motherfucking movie
Lights, cameras, action niggas ready to shoot you
But these ain't lights ain't cameras pointed at you
Blocked off the scene cause your scenes don't move me
Will turn your block into a motherfucking movie
Back when we were kings we were the Lord of the Rings
Requiem for a Dream, smokin' my soylent green
Now I know why the caged bird sings, there's no more men of honor
I'm iron man in my suit of amrour running from karma
The good die young no country for old men
There will be blood deeper than leviathan
And my platoon full of bad lieutenants
X-men, expendables, bad company, criminals
Crush Grooves with a Kangol, Serpent And The Rainbow
48 hours to kill Bill, Cash and Tango
Braveheart, Battleship, Devil's Advocate with the Passion of Christ, It's A Wonderful Life
Miami Vice what to get right
It's midnight in the garden the good of evil are crash
Ordinary people, lethal weapon without 4 sequels
Survive the hunger games
The gods must be crazy ricochet through the purple ring
Because the devil wears prada
The dead presidents can turn a goodfella to a godfather
Animal house, stand to deliver the King's speech
Leonardo DiCaprio on the beach
Oceans Eleven, if all dogs go to heaven
The silence of the lambs, son of Sam 7, I am legend
Fuck this new jack city I'm on the midnight express
With this American History X
Off the dome and I'm talking slick as petroleum
Because I don't fuck with pens unless I'm rolling on some eulogium
Niggas preaching hate from Napoleon nigga slowly throwing salt on my game
Like fluorine or sodium on a door
But holy I'm only in it for the cash part
Thinking fuck the world something like a pornstar with a passport
With officer walking and my side mirror in
He don't like me cause I'm dark as a nigerian
Rocking alot of juries smart as a librarian
In the look in the american eyes said I'd bury him
I said it before don't ignore it again too
Hands on the 9 like a quarter to ten dude
Life's a hooker the hall raised me
This poor baby was born crazy
Put in the middle of drug wars
Thug lord and judges tryin' to call case me
Lord save me it's Scorsese, the movie