Lyrical Breakdown of Hello New World - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hello New World" 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 "Hello New World" 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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Straight crushing you Hello new world, here we come on them Twinkie trains With the hood screaming, "We on our way" Can't forget where I come from So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I'm on my way!" Yes, I rap, but best believe, them things still get wrapped By Papi, screaming, "It's on its way!" I can't wait for the next nigga from my hood to say "Look out world, I'm on my way" I listen to the beat and the rhyme is wrote See, I was 16, eyes full of hope Bagging up grams at the Hyatt, though The news called it crack, I called it Diet Coke (oh!) At the same time, hiding from mama, dodging the drama Fucking plenty bitches while ducking the baby mama I found poetry, excuse me, Floetry "Say yes!" niggas hear the "yuugh!" and they know it's me Make 'em sick to their stomach how they s'posed to be Sipping on a 50-foot yacht, nigga, motion free Ocean in my backyard where it's s'posed to be Funny how my neighbours don't think it's where I'm s'posed to be They think I'm cuter in jail But the only time I'm boxed in is when the roof's on the SL And that even come off, so that would mean I'm visiting New world, I hope y'all listening, envisioning Hello new world, here we come on them Twinkie trains With the hood screaming, "We on our way" Can't forget where I come from So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I'm on my way!" Yes, I rap, but best believe, them things still get wrapped By Papi, screaming, "It's on its way!" I can't wait for the next nigga from my hood to say "Look out world, I'm on my way" This goes out to my A-alikes who hang out on them corners Who rock Air Nike's, live a hustler's way of life In white tees, constantly, ducking from D's Pumping that D arm readily, waiting to squeeze Who stay cooking, stay looking, over they shoulders Holding them boulders, trying to avoid central booking I ain't coming at 'cha, quote-unquote "famous rapper" Who turn positive, try to tell ya how to live But this information I must pass to the hommies If hustling is a must, be Sosa, not Tony We can all shine, I want your wrist lit like mine Neck and ears, I want it lit like mine Foreign cars, stick-shift, six gears like mine Anything that keep mama from crying, visiting You behind that glass, while you away, sentencing 'Cause the judge is saying "Life" like it ain't someone's life Hello new world, here we come on them Twinkie trains With the hood screaming, "We on our way" Can't forget where I come from So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I'm on my way!" Yes, I rap, but best believe, them things still get wrapped By Papi, screaming, "It's on its way!" I can't wait for the next nigga from my hood to say "Look out world, I'm on my way" Yo, what up? What up? This is ya man Grimey from downtown Norfolk Just want y'all to know it's about time for us to come up and make a change, man They keep tryin' to keep us down But that ain't the way to be, man It's about time for us to get it together, man Everybody else put they shit together Why the niggas can't get together, put they money together? Hustlers come together with hustlers, know what I'm saying? This ain't just for the players in VA This for players all over the world, this is Grimey Times-a-wasting, niggas doing so much hating Free ya heart, and show ya greatness I, like you, had to come from up under the basement Just like you, had Satan trying my patience Still you look at me through jealous eyes I wish to see all my niggas rise up! Get that money Put them nine's up, piggyback from out the ghetto 'for times up! Niggas rush! Hello new world, here we come on them Twinkie trains With the hood screaming, "We on our way" Can't forget where I come from So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I'm on my way!" Yes, I rap, but best believe, them things still get wrapped By Papi, screaming, "It's on its way!" I can't wait for the next nigga from my hood to say "Look out world, I'm on my way"