Lyrical Breakdown of Standing Ovation - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Standing Ovation" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Jeezy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Standing Ovation" 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 Young Jeezy 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 Young Jeezy's narrative.

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Ay, Ay, Ay Ay, jeah Ay, Jeah, ay, ay, ay I told 'em straight drop this and ziplock that Right on my waistline is where I kept that strap (yeeeeah) I remember nights I didn't remember nights (nights) I damn near went crazy, had to get it right (that's right) Now I'm ya favorite rapper's favorite rapper (ay) Now I'm ya favorite trapper's favorite trapper (ha ha) The absolute truth, yeah I'm no joke Who me, I emerge from the crack smoked (yeah) In the hearts of those who grind with O's (O's) They feel my pain, they at my shows (jeah) That's why I got this glass pot and this triple beam (what) I tell 'em Money Talks like Charlie Sheen (ay) These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation (ay) Standing ovation (ay) Once upon a time, I used to grind all night (grind all night) With that residue, that was Ipod white (yeeeeeah) I'm a boss, I got Juice like the magazine (jeah) And everyday I see Feds like a magazine (ha ha) Psychopatic wordplay, schizophrenic flow (flow) I guess it's safe to say I got schizophrenic dough (daaaaamn) Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts (jeah) Who am I to tell ya different? Ya only live once (let's get it) All I blow is cush, yeah that cali bud (bud) Got cali love when I got that cali glove (ay) My Spanish bitch in L.A, yeah I owe her one (one) Now them squares seventeen like Uncle Brady's son (yeeeeeeeah) These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap (chil) Standing ovation (ay) Standing ovation (ay) My brains pulse through my veins, man I can't understand it Infatuation with the birds, I watch Animal Planet (ha ha) My life's a motion picture in Dolby Digital (ay) Tree raiser and the scale it was digital Calculate my every step, I'm a mathematician Make them pigeons disappear, I'm a damn magician (yeeeeeah) A .40 cal, rubberbands, and a shoebox (jeah) Run through a hundred grand watching Matlock (ay) Got it by the truckload, like the bread people (jeah) I got a Sixth Sense, I stack dead people (that's right) I'm talking Grants and Jacksons Swear it took a whole hour just to count the Jacksons (ay) These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation