Lyrical Breakdown of Depths Of Hell - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ice-T weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Depths Of Hell" 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 Ice-T 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 Ice-T's narrative.

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Now hear this All badman with they I know, original badman with they I know, seen? Daddy Nitro and Ice-T deh pon di case, man, come talk 'bout reality And any guy weh nuh like dat get shot inna him face Now Ice-T, come talk 'bout reality, star Tell 'em 'bout the endin' of di world today Come! I got a attitude as thick as a convict's Bomb ticks, my heart beats as I rhyme over hard shit Watch this, the nigga that you didn't think could do Break through with the rhythm that'll rock your whole crew Thought you knew, I ain't no punk or no poo-putt Step to me, the cops'll still diggin' niggas up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your luck? You move, you weave, you bob, you got stuck And now you trippin' with your fuckin' brain You never seen so much blood pour through one vein You try to scream, you choke, you try to run, your legs are broke You're bulletproof, I hope Yo, I ain't no nigga to flex but I will flip Fuck up a nigga and drop-kick his fuckin' bitch I love to squabble and I'm good with it So if you want some, nigga, come get it I ain't trippin', nigga, trippin' at all Yo, I'm fuckin' walkin' over weak rappers' downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault I sell I pulled my ass up from the depths of hell, Lord! Chibidibidibom, chibidibidibom, skedeng Daddy Nitro, Ice-T come with a different something Down inna di ghetto, tings a gwan like pure hell Tough man get large and dem a fire bombshell Some a sell coke, but a music we a sell We nuh inna dat, we nuh waan no ambulance bell Full up a lyrics and full up a style and full up a clientele Ice-T and Nitro from di depths of hell, come! You punks are jealous 'cause I'm rollin' in fly shit My shit, all paid for and I don't own no guy's shit Fuck you, it ain't my fault your ass is on empty Thought you was it, but you're smooth gettin' pimped, G I ain't no ho, fool Got much respect for the new and the old school But many rappers can rip mics but can't count Zero bank amounts Word, and many critics are hot 'cause our rap hits They like to make it all soft that we pop shit Fuck that, I'll die before I let the hardcore go 'Cause I'm a nigga from the G-H-E-T-T-O I got a posse who's airtight, quick to fight And got the power to continue or end a night And if you stepped on wrong, then you're a done kid The yellow tape's in the club because one did I got no pity, so don't ask me for fuckin' any I'll break a bum off, but you niggas can't get a penny When I was broke, I stole, my gold I pawned I lived the life of a hustler off and on I'm just a brother that lived to tell I brought my ass up from the depths of hell Come! Inna di ghetto, tings a gwan 'round di clock Some man a smoke crack and some man a fire shot Me tell di people dem, Lord, seh we nuh inna dat If a lighter yuh take, me give dem sixteen shot It's a Daddy Nitro, yes, me know how fi chat Easy, Ice-T, make dem know seh you a mack Anywhere we go, unuh betta know seh we stop We lyrics and di music run right 'round di clock Ease up and come again, my selector All over the world is only but pain and suffering That's why Ice-T and Daddy Nitro come with the reality ting Like this every time, star Man like Ice-T pon di case, man Come in, star One last time and teach dem 'bout reality Now watch this Come! I met this girl who act like I owed her somethin' Nothin', all I owed her was some good steady fuckin' Fuck that, not the one that's gonna fall in no ho trap Ease back, bitch, before you need all your teeth back I ain't no fuckin' mark Made all my money workin' bolt cutters in the dark Snatch bars and cars and vice grips Long-handled sledgehammers, saws, and wire snips I got a ill side that drifts from my brain at times It still thinks up the psycho and brutal crimes I still remember when I had a low cash flow No hoes, no cars, no gear, no dough And times got wicked I even remember havin' to sell all my pawn tickets But suckers spread out and they left me with few friends But that's who's with me as we fuck up the true ends So don't be trippin' if your luck's gone bad, be glad It'll empty out the fake fuckin' friends you had Then get yourself together, nigga, aim straight Shoot point-blank at your goals, work hard, wait You can do it even if you fail I brought my ass back from the depths of hell 'Cause we a serious entertainer Don't come take di Ice-T fi nuh joker 'Cause we a serious entertainer Don't come take di Daddy Nitro fi nuh joker Becah me full up a lyrics and full up a style and full up a lingua Yes, me sit down pon di riddim and me sit down proper Yes, me flow pon di riddim like a rock in a river Me sit down pon di riddim like a two-pound tire Come listen, Daddy Nitro, like a racehorse jocker Me flow pon di mic from a New York area Original chart master, me perform a Original chart master, me perform a Me come fi set di dance pon fire And every song, boy, you haffi chant up higher Me say, listen, Daddy Nitro step inna your party, come on Don't try fi test or no disrespect me Yes, me sit down pon di riddim with di man Ice-T All of di massive haffi listen to me West Park, me come from inna New York City Nigga go test, him a go di Danbury, come! Ease up and fire Wicked every time Word Word Word Word