Lyrical Breakdown of Heart - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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(You see, what you mistake for madness is just over acuteness of the senses. Now what came to my ears, a low dull sound such as a watch makes when wrapped in cotton. I knew that sound too, it was the beating of the old man's heart.) (Man I'm tellin you, some mother fuckers just have no kind of heart man. Serious man mother fuckers man, these mother fuckers have no self respect and shit man, wanna pay no dues but wanna drop like a fucking LP tomorrow. And then to top it off these mother fuckers, they don't have no heart into their music you know what I mean? Like fuck sound like girls and shit.) [X6] If you respect yourself Do you? Now it started off rather basic Just some small scale dabbling confined to the basement Never knew I'd grow into this full time user Never figured that I was a winner or a loser Only did the due to have fun And only got with the crew because it seemed natural to have one Captured the life in the form of a gripper around the mic Hold it right, like a love, hold it tight the plight Fortifies my existence Reinforces my position In this course that I'm stickin to my path Now I can see it all laid out in my past While trying to catch what's it's about And my last breath pulled the toxins in And I bet debt's about to box me in But before this bitch comes to get some I'ma do my job on this M.I.C. and feed you a thick one. [X3] You can have all the heart in the world Doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya I'm getting older and I'm knowing better Let her, piss rapper step ta This cap to get up off your head kid I'll bitch smack you, have this? Now, I'm about to put a Slug in show business And if everything goes right I'm leaving no witness I hold this inside the chest so big it hardly fits It trips between the truth and the party shits Quick, to lace a track with substance All the young guns that's really listening at the functions See, you can love it or leave it, Fuck it or keep it, Either way I'll be here Trudging through the deep shit I've done well over one-hundred cuts And gotten the feed back of love From some of the ones I've touched and thus I'm not quitin, never stop rippin, You gatta be kiddin, Shit we's on a mission, Is it possible, the mics got my soul? I'll make em all say hoe And Rhymesayers rock show, let em know That it's more than a career goal, Cut that zero and let the hero in your ear hole, yo. [X3] You can have all the heart in the world Doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya I'm getting older and I'm knowing better Let her, piss rapper step ta This cap to get up off your head kid I'll bitch smack you, half these MCs Please, excuse the Q's and P's But I grew up on the B.D.P.E.P.M.D. Run DMC's I don't believe you should hold the mic, And I rolled up with a bus full of friends that think alike, I'm havin a hard time trying to keep it simple, Just for the fuckers that don't seem to read between the ripples It's all nipples and clits in this rap shit, Catch you lickin if you lay back passive bastard, It's like that ya'll, it's like that ya'll Art imitates life and most of it is whack ya'll, You gotta learn how to read the info the individual provides, They probably won't dig me till I've died. Die [x6] Dead Hehehe