Lyrical Breakdown of Release Date - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Release Date" 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 "Release Date" 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, today the big day, yeah What? Ha Right here I've been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones One more day and I'm a free man walkin' Leavin' from behind these gates, I paid my debt to the state (yeah) And ever since they took the weights Wasn't much for a nigga to do but start thinkin' Wishin' I was back home drinkin' every weekend Remember like it's yesterday, eight-teen and Donovan I can't remember the letters I just wrote a lot of 'em Goin' for a ride that I cannot stop Set up shop in Cochran, connect the dots And for those that don't know, that's the Pen-East to Fresno Northeast to Bakersfield, fuck "Let's Make a Deal" Livin' around niggas who kill, right along with the niggas who will At the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you with that Niggas givin' up the manhood they can't get back It's a sick university (yeeaahh), murder the curriculum Concrete campuses, I miss Los Angeles More than that I'm missin' my kids Missin' my turf, missin' my bitch, what could be worse? Shouldn't have asked that, called the bitch collect (It's Xzibit!) Some nigga picked up, wanted to break her neck When kites slide up under your door, you slide them back 'Cause if you pick it up and read it that's where you're at And if you ain't rollin' with that then watch your back Level four right away, gettin' hit the same day Payin' the price for the games you play Never realize how precious time is 'til you give it away Can't remember what a t-bone taste like I stayed awake nights listenin' to the sounds of prison life Motherfuckers cryin', shanks gettin sharpened Tags gettin' tagged up, plottin' and talkin' Sellin' everything from weed to blow When it's time for you to go you the last to know (hahaha) Niggas holdin' weight, SA's got the power Locked down, one shower every seventy-two hours Top Ramen and tuna, trigger happy sharpshooters Waitin' for the jump off, can't wait to thump off (yeah!) Had to smash a nigga readin' my shit Tryin' to intercept my outside and write my bitch I seen niggas sleep for weeks, get too weak And then physically and mentally cannot compete Find new shit to master, make the time move faster Home sweet home, shipped off to Land Caster Kept a low pro, close to home and I'm trippin' Time to catch up with all the shit that I been missin' Everybody runnin' they mouth, pussy to count 'Cause bitches in Cali love niggas that's freshed out But some of these niggas on swipe Gettin' out with the virus he caught from the nigga he liked Fuck that, when I touch back I got plans If I can't rock the powder, rock the fans (fans) Give my naked pictures away, shake some hands I hope I never seen none of you motherfuckers again On all times take the long walk to the front gate Dress out spreadin' shit, today my release date Alright my niggas, I'm gone Alright nigga be safe out here! See you in a ounce dog, (yeah-yeah!) Safe! Woo! What's up nigga Yeah-eah! What's up nigga? Hey get in the car Yeah, tssh! Huh, my nigga Yeah 'Sup X? Right? Here go ya motherfuckin' chain nigga, yeah Lucky I didn't pawn that motherfucker Ta-ha! Yeah right! Yeah, yo Check it out dog, everybody know you just got out That shit was all on the radio Word? But dig it, I got two strippin' bitches Just flew in from motherfuckin Las Vegas Wooo! Tahaha Ready to get down and dirty, I got a pound of weed, a gallon of Hennessy Everybody at the club waitin', what you wanna do? Man, take me to the motherfuckin' studio