Lyrical Breakdown of The Heist - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah uh This goes out to all the wolves in the street sittin' Yeah, watch man be care', danger zone I got my man, time to get Cole young with me Check it out uh Bust it Hey yo, I just left the studio, and it's about two in the morn' I just finished doing a song Now I'm ready for sleep But first I want spaghetti to eat In this good Italian restaurant right up the street So I jumped in the jeep, stash the heat under the seat Then I got a beep My voice is harsh, barely can speak I called back on the cell It's Coley, mad as hell He told me to listen well as he started to yell "I just seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friend And they just got a room at the Holiday Inn" "It's my wife, you sure?" "Yeah I'm sure I saw the whore as soon she walked through the door" "Yo, say no more, which one?" "The one in Jersey, son, right over the bridge" "We goin' hurt those hoes" "And hurt both of them kids" Now I'm in the Range Switchin' lanes, doing a buck 'n change I can't wait to touch the lames and them fuckin' dames Reach the destination, grab the heat without no hesitation These niggas fucking up my reputation I saw Coleone holding the chrome Ice-grill, looking like he had a license to kill And he had somebody else with 'em playing the cup Lookin' like he can't wait to start spraying shit up "Yo, who that in the background?" "It's Tommy Giss" "Oh, I didn't recognize you with your hat down Son, you ready, we got this whole shit mapped out" Oh, you ain't scared, there's no time to back out "Yeah, we goin' to take the back route And pull our guts out and throw our mask on We ain't leavin' till everyone's dead and all the cash gone" "We goin' to get our laugh on when we're through But right now we got a job to do" "So let's do it" Hey yo, I stepped to the desk clerk Put the gat to her dress-shirt Told her to listen up before she get hurt "They just walked in, party of four, two chicks, two males What room they got?" She paused and said "212" Took the steps now I'm out of breath I gotta stop smokin' Them cigarettes goin' be the cause of my death My heart beatin' fast now, 'cause it's about to pop off Saw the door, let the Glock off, tore the lock off Took a deep breath, then ran inside at a quick pace I felt disgraced, I should've shot the bitch in the face Then my other two niggas ran in Each had a cannon Ready to take care, how we done planned it "These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate" We know they got stacks 'Cause they don't move with nothin but weight We got the cuffs and the ducktape and put it to use Then told 'em when this is over we be lettin 'em loose "Hey man, I kicked Mike in his face So I just had your back You wanna live and tell my nigga where the stash at" He gave me the address, then I ran outside But first I took the keys to his van outside And when I got there, I found 50 keys in a stash A hundred pounds of grass, and two million in cash I was dumb glad The shit didn't fit in one bag So I got three, filled 'em all up to the teeth And put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck When I got back, Coley done popped them punks "Hey yo', fuck it L, we might as well pop these studs" Man, that's four bodies Two outta-towners and two hotties And after that we ain't sleep for three days We hit the PJ's, split the money three ways Now we all laughin' hard, getting nice and weeded Celebratin' nigga, heist completed