Lyrical Breakdown of Right Above It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Kane is in the building Now tell me how you love it You know you're at the top when only heaven's right above it We on, 'cause we on Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marley G bro Flyin' Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows And I wanna tell you somethin' that you prolly should know This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow, and uh My real friends never hearin' from me Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews We walk the same path, but got on different shoes Live in the same building, but we got different views I got a couple cars I never get to use Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos And these days all the girls is down to roll I hit the strip club, and all them bitches find a pole Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda slow Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go Now tell me how you love it You know you're at the top when only heaven's right above it We on It's Young Money motherfucker If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it motherfucker, alright Now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? I got my gun in my boot purse And I don't bust back because I shoot first Meet me on the fresh train Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X-Games Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change And I smoked 'til I got chest pains And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane Skinny pants and some Vans Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, amen As the world spin and dance in my hands Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand Uh, wake up and smell the pussy You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me I'm on a paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me Yeah, and I ain't a killer but don't push me Now tell me how you love it You know you're at the top when only heaven's right above it We on It's Young Money motherfucker If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it motherfucker, alright Now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? I got my gun in my boot purse And I don't bust back because I shoot first Uh How do he say what's never said? Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red Limpin' off tour 'cause I made more off my second leg Motherfuckin' Birdman Junior, 11th Grade Ball on automatic start I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw Wildcat offense, check the paw prints We in the building, you niggas in apartments Uh, now-now c'mon be my blood donor Flow so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her Do it big and let the small fall under that Damn, where you stumbled at? From where they make gumbo at? Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga nothin' short of that President Carter, Young Money Democrat Uh Now tell me how you love it You know you're at the top when only heaven's right above it We on It's Young Money motherfucker If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it motherfucker, alright Now somebody show some money in this bitch (yeah) And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? (Suwoo) And I got my gun in my boot purse (five star) And I don't bust back because I shoot first (yeah) (alright) Yeah We on Young Mu-, Young Mula, baby