Lyrical Breakdown of Hear Me Out - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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(Verse 1 - Pusha T) I be the first one to bust, first one you lust Experiential flows, that make our souls touch When it comes to heat, 40-cally chrome clutch Out the burning at 'cha teal-blue and guild up Sorry no introduction, I was speedin' First name Terror, first half the Clipse that leave you bleeding Got phony rap cats, be actin' obsurd Fake hardcore, and really y'all lovebirds My dogs flip bricks and live in the suburbs While y'all on the block sweatin' what the 'necks heard Sick over this, like I had you sippin' on piss Type thing I do to fake Dons, thinkin' it's Cris My relations, love hate, my family, love hate How you hold heat sideways, expect to shoot straight My crib ADT nightly, with steel gates And the only thing that separates us, drug weight (Chorus - Pusha T) + (Pharrell) How can hear me out yo, what I'm talking 'bout yo You don't want to get in this game The world's my monopoly, wit' your bitch on top of me You don't want to get in this game So roll your dice (chicka-chicka-ah) Tell me what you got, is it your ice (chicka-chicka-ah) Or is it your life, do what's right (chicka-chicka-ah) 'Cause you can't roll twice Safety's stuck, give a fuck, negotiating wit' price (Verse 2 - Malice) Malice, from the Clipse, laser tap with steel tips Hold like two rubber grips, with snug fit You know the type, money your 'wice, money your life Or either at the club sippin' on Henny and nice Shit, we pretty nice, own it at any price Got them hardcore, wannabe thugs callin' on Christ Yo, I run wit' common, who be dippin' on they bonds Man, bullets and slugs, all the above wit' times ten It can be love, like hugs and kiss, clubs or fists Or Malice, good enough your shit like bloods and crips Twist ya chil-mo, hit the road in double R's Me and girlfriend, mix drinks and double straws If you heard, that my dog is strapped, 'cause they are Take kinda know face, that sound familiar Watch your step, those that slept, they still sleepin' Left 'em wit two in they chest and still leakin' (Chorus) (Outro - Pusha T) I tried to tell you You don't want to get in this game But you didn't listen You didn't fuckin' listen, now look at you Yo, stakes is higher now bitch Stakes is higher now Yo, everybody else Consider yourself warned (Chorus w/ Ad-libs)