Lyrical Breakdown of State Of Hip Hop Vs. Xzibit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Xzibit weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "State Of Hip Hop Vs. Xzibit" 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.
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Man, I'm talking about that six four rag top
Green, with the back racked
Everything mat black, caught it in a six pack
You know what the fuck it is and what I came to do
Now put your hands up in the air, like I'm about to shoot
My agenda is here, crystal perfectly clear
Breathe apocalypse in, we have nothing to fear
We have nothing to lose, pressure applying the rules
Wasp on a motherfucker and knock him up out of his shoes
That's what my coast love, good
Reat drugs
Every bad bitch you can think of
Swagged out, locked out, flamed on, purve out
Shit face from shots, your words come swirled up
Better put the word out, mind I find the mediocre
I'm a bust it down, serve 'em like a bunch of smokers
You can fuck around, who else get the fly
You know I asked your little mind is your
Order in the court,
That's what you came to see
The state of hip hop versus mister X to the Z
Not a verdict to see, just the moment of truth
Fighting the fight of my life,
Jury ready to shoot
I be my own attorney, watching you try to burn me down
Testimony testifier from the underground
Order in the court, that's what you came to see
The state of hip hop versus mister X to the Z
I create in a dark, darkest place in my heart
I finish off with your started terror, I tear you apart
I am not for the cage, I'm the climb to the change
Dread the eye and the needle, that means accurate aim
That means I can arrange haters and hideous things
I'm the sickness you feel, sickness from popping a vein
Paranormal presence to people who can never explain
Why deal with the devil when dealing with you is the same
I got a proposition for all you bitches listening
Get in position, let me nail it like a crucifixion
Give you what you've been missing
A man in my condition shouldn't be allowed around crowds without supervision
Call it a superstition, can't get this out my system
I got a fetish for fucking over my opposition
It's time to set the standing, the mother ship is landing
We didn't come here in peace, we're here to take the player
I came up with the wolf, they came out with them tools
Elevate you out the earth gravitational pool
This is not for the week, this time works for the streets
Mister X to the Z, motherfuck, what you think?
Motherfuck, what you blog, this for my loss and my dogs
Standing tall, still calling shots from behind the wall
I've been tried and I'm true, reassemble my crew
Carry on tradition, position I'm put here to do
Make movements my elemental, I did make some improvements
You can check my potential, tool to never pursue it
If I listen to critics, there would be no Xzibit
Dreams splattered and broken never breaking my spirit
Listen close, you can hear it, the footsteps of the future
Ain't no time like the present, live the past and excuses
Fucked on anything, fuck it, I keep it exclusive
You just saw as if acoustic, this that real nigga music