Lyrical Breakdown of Talk To Em - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Talk To Em" 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 "Talk To Em" 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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Like the person needs his soul "uh huh, jeah"? Fight the will "ay"? to need his own "ay, ay, ay"? "Just talk to em for a minute, ay just talk to em for a minute"? Like the baby "ay"? needs to cry "uh huh jeah"? If you go "ay" I swear "jeah"? ill die "ay, ay, ay"? How the fuck im free out here and you locked in there Your whole family acts like I ont care They don't know about the nights I just lay in my bed I cant even sleep I just lay in my bed Eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain Take deep breathes everytime I hear your name You was more than family you was like my brother So when the shit went down its like I lost my brother "ay"? And I wish we could trade places Swear to GOD dawg wish we could trade places Livin a life of crime, but it wasn't your life it was more like mine I often think about the close calls we had And I often think about the close brawls we had And I love my nigga what you know bout that And ill do anything to get golmouf back talk to em Like the person needs his soul Fight the will to need his own "Make em understand, ay, please, make em understand" Like the baby "please, look, ay"? Needs to cry "make em understand, ay, ay, ay"? If you go I swear ill die "Make em understand, jeah, ay, talk to em ay, ay, ay"? Mel man you my heart I swear to god "swear to god"? Knew you was real man I saw it from the start "from the start"? Even when I was wrong my nigga had my back "yeah"? Even when I was right my nigga had my back "damn right"? We used to laugh wouldn't shit funny "naw"? Late night at my grandma house counting money I trust you with my life dawg if I was married id trust you with my wife dawg Any given time a half a mill in your possession You aint called in two days man I still wasn't stressing "naw: Cause when I talk my nigga listen "listened"? Switch shit you used to help me with them pigeons "Earnest"? Earnest T. wont talk to me dawg and it hurts "it hurts"? She treats a nigga like im the scum of the life "scum of the earth"? In your eyes I couldn't do no wrong "naw"? so to you I dedicate this song "talk to em"? Like the person "ay"? needs his soul "ay"? Fight the will "talk to em for me my nigga"? to need his own "Gotta feel me on this one, jeah, ay, talk to em in tongues nigga, Do it make these niggas understand"? Like the baby "ay"? needs to "I love you Mat Lou"? Cry "uh huh, talk to em"? If you go "I ont think they understand me my nigga"? I swear ill die "jeah, talk to em, ay, ay, ay"? Must've bust ten rounds through the strap in your lap Knew I was a gangsta I wasn't going for that Pussy nigga in my yard talkin shit Know'in damn well I was on some G shit Let the whole clip ride and didn't think Let the whole clip ride and didn't blink You told me kindly not to bring the white in your house And then what I do bring the white in the house Bricks in the addict and yean know Your grandson killin em he getting 24 Feds at the door im out of town Yean tell em shit, you held me down Now a-days I rock the mic im getting paid for that And all the shit I been through im getting paid for that Always said I would make, wish you could see me now But if I tried to tell her she probably wouldn't believe me now LOVE YOU MAT LOU!