Lyrical Breakdown of Hardcore - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hardcore" 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 "Hardcore" 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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Yeah, Ice-T nigga Seven deadly sin It's all about that hardcore mind Got my nigga Razay My nigga Bizarre and my girl Grippsta in the house We gon' do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this A hard head makes us all fast That's what they told me, huh I'm totally gone, I'm in another zone Nigga quote me on this We layin' in sick my lyrics is deep Havin' visions of ritual mirrors inside my sleep Nigga peep I remember watchin' the news Dead people in Jimmy bags I got a nine nigga get me mad And watch me pull the razor blades and get to trippin' I'm captain flippin', liquor sipper like Jack the Ripper I'm on a mission drippin' the fog And when it cease, a million motherfuckers decease Some is police, a brutal hog, I'm activated No hesitation to slice a motherfucker in thirty places Fuck a case, ain't leavin' traces Hit a residence, I'm aimin' the Automatic, find a bitch, I'm hangin' her Pertainin' the boss's regular Better thank my mother Flashbacks, Melendez brothers The bloody covers, bloody gloves like Dolce HK's my brain waves I'll serve a nigga all day Come out and play, you won't be comin' back I put that on my dead pops When I blast the fears drop My bloody mask, we villain chasin' It's non-stop, the cemetery is what you facin' My steel's hot, it's smokin' like chainsaws Brains call, recommendin' you get your homies And watch your motherfuckin' gang fall I only like my shit hardcore Razay, South Central L.A. nigga I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore Prepare for the night that you never wanted These streets is taunted Blacked out Impala with the big rims on it Hit your corner with the lights out, bitch it's on Duck down with your kids, you know what you did Motherfuck what you niggas say, watch for the ricochet It's gonna be hard to hear much, once my trigger spray That's neither here nor there, just beware 'Cause when I bust off my gat flames like a road flare You're now listenin' to the most hated And most loved, at the same time 'cause Ice nigga what the fuck you wanna do about it? T, most you bitch niggas can't fuck with me 'Cause the shit y'all talk I can see through Like you rollin' in a fat V-1-2 Bullshit, pull quick and have your shit cocked to drop Keep a spare clip 'cause sometimes the shots don't stop This motherfuckin' game I rap about, shit's for real Double action, ain't gotta cock back no more Got you bitch ass niggas sweatin' like Tae Bo Rather lookin' in my face or just checkin' my flow So, I advise you to keep it in the studio Your attitude, you don't wanna meet me dude My crew's like a fuckin' wild bunch of escapees Like scientists, cross cells of apes and G's Art of war, get your battle gear, black fatigues You talk shit, your crew is catchin' casualties, uh I only like my shit hardcore Ice-T nigga, what I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore Ayo my style be official, I bust like a pistol Criminal the issue, mad shit the nigga been through Penile system, handcuffs, nigga listen word up Robbin' white boys to buy blunts The representative, gore-tech assassin Puerto Rican stallion, yo I be splashin' Street wars, the hardcore ambassador In the black four-door Acura, I tax yours The marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion Heads I be tappin' like the grams I be baggin' Fightin', robbin', cut-throatin', tree smokin' Violatin', infiltratin', blunt bakin' Block regulator, Kay Baker, brick flippin' Green expedition, vicodin, body's stinkin' Bizarro, yo I got the hardcore flow I drop the Puerto Rock from the Bronx, y'all know I only like my shit hardcore Bizarro, Boogie Down Bronx baby I only like my shit hardcore On the mic Gripp be flexin' Who's next to wreck when I mic check Mic check, I'm checkin' any verbal who's steppin' What the fuck, nigga duck, you ain't fuckin' with this Get touched 'cause I lust to bust what I clutch With the quickness, killin' lyricists when I spit this Who's next on my hit list when I rip this Lyrically I'm imperial, the rap war general Droppin' hoes quicker than a syllable Yep, you killable, your style unfillable Wishin' my shit was sellable, I ill for the fuck of it Cream you know I'm lovin' it Dick never suckin' it unless I see a buck in it You need to quit cluckin' kid I'm furious, leavin' your crew delirious So you don't take it serious? I'm guessin' you mysterious About the Westland test, I got the rep For my niggas on the shore, got the ball, fuck the law And yep, I wet 'em out 'Cause I proceed to spread 'em out And dead 'em out, spray 'em out, lay 'em out Ain't no surprise, can see me with both eyes Young Gripp, I'm a prize, prepare for your demise Recognize I put a hole in a local, a coroner Nigga this is Grippsta I only like my shit hardcore Grippsta, Oakland, California