Lyrical Breakdown of Temptation, Pt. II - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Fat Joe weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Temptation, Pt. II" 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 Fat Joe 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 Fat Joe's narrative.

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Joe crack's that nigga I'll crack that nigga, hold that lil' nigga I'm from the, BX borough, you ain't gon' miss tomorrow If you know like I know you, know you'll get hit with them hollows, sayin' Raindrops are fallin' on my hood again, hood again Niggaz is talkin' in the hood again, hood again Yeah, niggaz wanna act live I got that 9 that kill more than just time They say they can't stand him, but just yesterday I was chillin' on the block in the Phantom And ain't nobody smirk my way, nope, keep speakin' that hot shit And you can get merked today, check me out There's some rumbling on the blocks, struggle on the streets That's why I had to leave that bitch bloody in them sheets Go 'head and think crack just rap Fuck around I'm gon' really have to clap these cats I hear 'em talking that Joe crack's that nigga I'll crack that nigga, hold that lil' nigga I'm from the, BX borough, you ain't gon' miss tomorrow If you know like I know you, know you'll get hit with them hollows, sayin' If I don't know you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go I tried to tell you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke I tried to tell you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go If I don't know you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go I tried to tell you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke I'm tired of talkin' boy, I'm lettin' 'em go Does Crack think he live Just because he had poppin' in '88 and his boys served time I don't care 'bout that neither I don't give a fuck about him, T.S. or the fever Yeah, I said it, when I see him I'ma pop him I know he big but this here 9 gon' stop him I'm in the streets everyday in these projects I ain't scared nigga, man I'm dyin' to get it poppin' Joe crack's that nigga I'll crack that nigga, hold that lil' nigga I'm from the, BX borough, you ain't gon' miss tomorrow If you know like I know you, know you'll get hit with them hollows, sayin' If I don't know you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go I tried to tell you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke I tried to tell you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go If I don't know you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go I tried to tell you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke I'm tired of talkin' boy, I'm lettin' 'em go Pussies loose these days, gotta tighten 'em up Think they comin' of age 'til you lighten 'em up Momma screamin' 'cause you lyin' in dust, I ain't lyin' Who the fuck you think supplyin' the drugs? I'm your boss that's boss, pretty much I bought you that Porsche And pretty much I'm 'bout to auction you off To the highest clapper, get your head spun backwards you bastards For thinkin' Terror Squad just rappers, we'll blast ya You lil' niggaz ain't even in my lane Who you know nicknamed after 'caine? Yeah, I'm goin' to Hell, but I'm sendin' you first Muh'fuckers think they tough 'til them canisters burst I know you hear me niggaz Joe crack's that nigga I'll crack that nigga, hold that lil' nigga I'm from the, BX borough, you ain't gon' miss tomorrow If you know like I know you, know you'll get hit with them hollows, sayin' If I don't know you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go I tried to tell you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke I tried to tell you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go If I don't know you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go I tried to tell you boy, I'm lettin' 'em go Your momma warned you boy that I ain't no joke I'm tired of talkin' boy, I'm lettin' 'em go