Lyrical Breakdown of Hollandaise - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ab-Soul weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hollandaise" 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 Ab-Soul 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 Ab-Soul's narrative.

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(Wait a minute) Same song, new dance Same song, new dance, ho Ho (Wait a minute) Same song, new dance (Ayy) Same song, new dance, ho (Man, look) Get up off my dick, let me talk my shit Let me show 'em how I feel, for real (Real) These niggas ain't ill, they ain't got no skill They ain't got no will, for real (Uh-uh) I was ten-and-two on Central Tryna make my dream come true (I was) Youngin from Del Amo tryna let y'all know just what we go through (Uh-huh) I was back-to-back at the bastard shack for a pack of Blacks Tank wasn't on "F", as a matter of fact, it was half of half of that (That's fact) Stopped goin' to church, like, "What it's all worth?" What would Jesus do if he was in these shoes? If Johnny pull up, I'm fucked, I'm drunk Had Rossi in the trunk, I was off that Jesus juice Had the passion of Christ, I ain't need a Jesus piece (Uh-uh) Just needed the people to believe in me (Yeah) I ain't need a AP to put my city on the M-A-P (Nah) Was a fade away from banging the ECC The OG told me, "Stick to slingin' them ABCs" (Yeah) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) (Yeah) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck (Yeah) Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) Get up off your ass Go and get some cash, show 'em you mean business (Yeah) Go above and beyond, evolve, these niggas so primitive Left the murder scene, ain't leave no witnesses (Ugh) My name must be "Abraham— Lincoln," bitch, I'm innocent (Yeah, yeah) Ugh, life's too short, you should be gettin' it, ugh (Yeah) While the getting is good, if you knew better, you would (Ugh) Gotta go hard in the paint Gotta night-ride when they call it a day All work, no play, crank up the ball and the chain Dropped off on all you lames, y'all all in my way Ayy, they been afflicted by this, off top On top of the injured list, sit 'em in intensives (Yeah) We knock 'em out like mama say, raisin' all of the stakes (Ugh) To win this shit, I, I been addicted, I need hollandaise (Yeah) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) Yeah, ho (Wait a minute) Same song, new dance Same song, new dance, ho Ho (Wait a minute) Same song, new dance Same song, new dance, ho Hold up, I already told ya that I was conceived In Korea by Herbert the Third and Lacresha It's no coincidence that I would grow up and blow up You know that the flow is nuclear Since the moment of birth, I was chosen My soul had a glow that was blinding them all The gold in the dirt, the light in the dark The gift and the curse, the right is the wrong See 'fore I knew I would carry the cross Me and Dion had our clothes in reverse Memorizing Kris Kross songs and performing them That was the origin Couldn't come up with a stage name so he gave me his Snap G, word to Tricky T Later I teamed up with Capital 3, El Capitan, and Capital C Might've sold you a white tee down at Magic Disk That's where I was raised Had a crib in it, bitch, I lived in it 'Fore we burned 'em all, compact discs G-pops had me stuffing mixtapes Tryna hit a lick, almost did a bid Steak on a plate, know I gotta eat Grandma made a name this big Then it was Black Planet freestyle chat on a compact tryna get it AOL free trials on dial-up, millennials won't get it Battle mongers, grim reapers, A5 stay live, I'll never forget it Metasota had me on AIM, teaching me how to flip it Still got a cousin in Compton that was making beats Creating waves with the sound I took it as a sign, got my book of rhymes Grabbed the mic and never put it down Soon as he hit record, I transformed I was now a god in man form I was no longer me, but much more Close my eyes and I swear to God I see fans in the stands demand an encore Standing up with they hands up Henceforth, I stole the show, yo The moment I open my eyes, I committed Pun intended, I was sold Wait for it, Soul! My nigga Herb O'Riley, haha!