Lyrical Breakdown of Never Will It Stop - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Never Will It Stop" 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 "Never Will It Stop" 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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Never will it stop The 50 in the duffle won't crush Settles to the bottom like dust Fuck what you heard You ain't counting paper like us Go-getter, I come from the corner like most niggas Now from afar I toast niggas Roast niggas, anywhere, whichever the coast, nigga Compare me to them two Ghost niggas Hail Mary, heart break when they tales ferry I kissed that girl and I likes it like Kate Perry The tongue tester Niggas on the corner juggle O's for the king like a jester Child of a lesser God So when I drop the top it's my way of feeling closer to the Lord Reaching for the heavens 'Til then, I settle for the 7 30 Floors up, a room key at the Westin With her on her back and her on her knees My ghetto ass trying to pronounce they dungarees I say, "RAF," they say, "RAH-say-moon" They think it's real cute while they giving me dome Liva, huh, the cross I bear So fly in the purple label cloth I wear No matter the cost, I make Porsche light clear Every stitch, every seam, when I floss, y'all stare Ferrari, 500 them horse I tear I circle, I veer, y'all pause like, "Dear" In the headlights, mami play red light Green light, and hop that red torch, I steer It's no law I feared, arm glowing like a roadside flare Kingpin, so the sawed-off I shared I carry, I huddled, I dared I muscled, I bled, I sweated, I teared Got crowned and got cheered You 10 grand, quarter pound ration With 36 flat is the asking, I two-thirds got it for a fraction The sender, put it in the dash and the fender Dryer sheets to cover the scent that it renders Never will it stop Never, never, never will it stop Never, never, never will it stop Never, never, never will it stop Never will it stop The 50 in the duffle won't crush Settles to the bottom like dust Fuck what you heard You ain't counting paper like us A million in the ceiling I can touch Still don't nothing move but the money Nothing like 50 bricks wrapped like a mummy With the return as sure as the second coming So tongue-numbing, nigga, you can bet your last Not a gram off either, you can bet your ass I stay with the fifth since niggas wanna grab Fast life, get it? Y'all just on a fast And them hoes never say no 'less they on they rag Louis bags, I trick 'em with good faith In hopes they return the favor with good face Mentally, my mind in a good place Wake up every morning admiring landscape Hell, even my garage a menage Like my hoes exotic, same as my cars Million dollar deposits, you suffer from withdrawals I got the game in the bag like I'm Claus Never will it stop Never, never, never will it stop Never, never, never will it stop Never, never, never will it stop Never will it stop The 50 in the duffle won't crush Settles to the bottom like dust Fuck what you heard You ain't counting paper like us A million in the ceiling I can touch