Lyrical Breakdown of Cold - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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(KANYE WEST!) (Swag King Cole) (DJ KHALED!) Can't a young nigga get money anymore? Tell PETA my mink is draggin' on the floor Can I have a bad bitch with'out no flaws Come to meet me with'out no drawers? Dinner with Anna Wintour, racin' with' Anja Rubik I told you ma'fuckers it was more than the music In the projects one day to Project Runway We done heard all that loud-ass talkin', we used to it I'm from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up Might even kill somebody and YouTube it So whoever think they words affect me is too stupid And if you could do it better than me, then you do it We flyer than the parakeet, floatin' with' no parachute Six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news! Don't talk about style, 'cause I embarrass you Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you Can't a young nigga get money anymore? Tell PETA my mink is draggin' on the floor Can I have a bad bitch with'out no flaws Come to meet me with'out no drawers? And the whole industry wanna fuck yo' old chick Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz And I'll admit, I fell in love with Kim 'Round the same time she had fell in love with' him Well, that's cool, baby girl, do ya thing Lucky I ain't have Jay drop 'I'm from the team La familia, Roc Nation We in the buildin', but still keep it basement Flyer than the parakeet, floatin' with' no parachute Six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news Don't talk about style, 'cause I embarrass you Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrassed you G.O.O.D. Music, we fresh, we fresh Anything else, we detest, detest Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts All that said, lemme ask this quest' Can't a young nigga get money anymore? Tell PETA my mink is draggin' on the floor Can I have a bad bitch with'out no flaws Come to meet me with'out... Don't talk to me 'bout style, nigga, I'll ma'fuckin' embarrass you Talkin' 'bout clothes, I'll ma'fuckin' embarrass you Hollin' 'bout some hoes, I'll ma'fuckin' embarrass you Way too cold, I promise you'll need some Theraflu (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh uh) Get the Theraflu