Lyrical Breakdown of It's So Hard - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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[Big Punisher] You can catch me in the cherry red one-fifty Got the grizzy locked in the stizzy Pop the clizzy goin sixty down a one-wizzy Drunk pissy, tryin to cruise through the avenue While my peoples is poppin bottles up in? Sue's rendevous? Fuck that, spun the U-ey lost a hubcap It's back to the shack - came back and now, "What's that?" Straight from Paris, checkin Gaby's new baby carriage Perry Ellis (nice), auburn cherry reddish Fresh out the dealer, got the Tec for the squealers Wear a vest for the killers, nuttin less cause it's reala In the Big Apple, where it's quick to get your shit tackled Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you Trust no one (eh eh) got beef bust yo' gun You don't need no one (nope) talkin bout that you owe him I'ma go for dolo - Scarface without Manolo One deep, I be solo, bustin heat, throwin bolos, it's hard Chorus 1 + 2 overlap Chorus 1: Donnell Jones And it's so haaaaaard, yeah Niggaz wanna be like Pun, but they don't bust they guns And it's so haaaaaard. Niggaz wanna fuck my wife, niggaz wanna take my life But it's so haaaaaard. Chorus 2: Big Punisher It's hard work baby I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryin to live I ain't goin nowhere I'm stayin alive baby. That's my wife, I paid for them titties Get your own, your own, ya heard? Niggaz wanna fuck my wife, niggaz wanna take my life But it's so haaaaaard. [Big Punisher] Rollin with the Squad, we like Gods Catch us at the bar-de-bar-de-bars Strip bars in Miami, almost came home with the Grammy Next year, bringin home three for the family Watch me, you can catch it live on the Hitachi Poppin shit like a Nazi, iced out like DeBiase Fuck that, Liberace Fo'-X Versace, somebody stop me! Never that, SKEE-YU! Where my niggaz at? Uptown! Uptown! You know you feelin that "Cash Rule," hardcore you can dance to That old Biggie give me, "Onnne More Chaaaaance." Take a glance and I'm off with yours With both hands take off my drawers And jerk me like the Source Awards I love hip-hop, I ain't even probably the best lyricist alive Terror Squad nigga stop sleepin, ooh yeah [Big Punisher] - overlaps chorus What you say your name was again? And I know you from where? Elementary school? . I don't know you maaaaan! Money, not you again Go THAT way! Loser! Chorus 3: Donell Jones (starts where Pun says "I don't know you") Niggaz wanna be like Pun, but they don't bust they guns And it's so haaaaaard. Niggaz wanna fuck my wife, niggaz wanna take my life But it's so haaaaaard. Yeah, cause you ain't fuckin my wife, takin my life And if you just hatin just walk on by... All you haters just walk on by