Lyrical Breakdown of Quarantine - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Quarantine" 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 "Quarantine" 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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Incoming! We're being quarantined You and me Lovers that should never be It's our disease They call for Constantine To pray for me Father, won't you forgive me But it's a sin I need Hello, boys and girls Welcome to your brand new world Where everyone is paranoid and concerned Instant gratification, people losin' they patience Puttin' value on worthlessness, I cannot work like this Highly elated, that we gradually made it Now we all here together whether you like it or not Dispensaries are essential business and churches are not You can't gather for God but you can line up for pot Plus all the liquor stores open, start drinkin' at noon We can Bobby and Whitney, we can howl at the moon Wait 'til the big reveal happens and they lower the boom When they walk in our rooms and they carryin' brooms All of the drive-thru fast food that you can consume Ain't no hospital beds open so one could assume That if somethin' serious happen, let's say havin' a stroke That you could possibly get a virus while gettin' some help Remember to social distance, keep your germs to yourself Even though when we herd together, the immunity works This is devastating, this gon' leave communities hurt But we celebratin' because we makin' heaven on Earth We're being quarantined You and me Lovers that should never be It's our disease They call for Constantine To pray for me Father, won't you forgive me But it's a sin I need Build us up then they tear us down, wear us down We had enough, we need fairness now, stare 'em down Look 'em in the eye, stand up for your rights Be the reason that change happens, be the light I hope you see it right, life, it ain't a fair fight We wanna make it past tomorrow on my last life But this ain't a game, man, it's such a fuckin' shame You would hide away, ignore the pain and let it be the same Point your finger, place the blame on another's name They endure the stain, you're in a cycle, break the chain Talk is cheap, where's the action at? Homie, caption that Try to factor that in, listen after that Find your heart, no pulse attached, it's a fact Talkin' loud, doin' nothin', wearin' rally caps in the back Chasin' dreams, you live a nightmare They don't fight fair but I'm right here, fightin' all my life, yeah Where you standin' in? Who the fuck you with? Life's a gift, when it's a wrap they drop you in the 6 Freedom cost a lot, deep pockets talk a lot Burnin' down the block, gathered in the parkin' lot We're being quarantined You and me Lovers that should never be It's our disease They call for Constantine To pray for me Father, won't you forgive me But it's a sin I need Got turned away at the 7-Eleven for no mask The clerk wouldn't even take my cash, I wanna kick his ass Damn, my homie down bad System shut down like a 2020 grad Vaccines startin' to sound like money grabs Freeway, Rick Ross, Alpo and Money Bags Ain't no club, bitch, ain't no poppin' no tags Ain't no love, shit, that's a thing of the past If this my death date, I'm dyin' with class Work ethic, morals and money with no dad So sad, I see a dead city from my pad Under the underpass, we just gotta do the math If I ain't got shit and you ain't got shit If we ain't got shit, then where's the profits? Watchin' the news is obnoxious, it makes me nauseous They keep sayin' these losses all part of the process Overheard my neighbor coughin', it made me cautious Raisin' babies on his own, I know that nigga's exhausted If it's ever mandatory and my health caves in I hope my neighbor don't turn me in, you feel? We're being quarantined You and me Lovers that should never be It's our disease They call for Constantine To pray for me Father, won't you forgive me But it's a sin I need