Lyrical Breakdown of Pray (feat. COCO) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pray (feat. COCO)" 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 "Pray (feat. COCO)" 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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Damn Yeah, you know Niggas really don't want drama Just tryin to live Go out, just hangin out, havin a little fun Shit always gets wild, always It's Saturday night, I'm rollin with my bitch and my niggas Well known ghetto grown pop rockin street figures Their cars trailin, I'm rollin in the front With my bitch for life, you can call her my wife The four in the back in the blacked-out 'Lac They high off the 'gnac and they dusted too Streets call 'em killers but I call 'em my crew Some niggas wear red, my niggas wear blue Step through the door, niggas can't help but feel us Faggots tuck they jewels, bitches tryin to see us Led us to the back, put us up in a booth Got vodka and cran, Jagermeister to shoot Coco started dancin, everything was fine 'Til some nigga said that table was supposed to be mine I was feelin good, ain't payin him no mind 'Til the nigga got wild, threw a bottle of wine Yo, what the fuck's up, y'all niggas Wanna get down in this motherfucker? Nigga, what's happenin, nigga? -shouting and arguing What's up, nigga? -shouting and arguing What's up, nigga? -shouting and arguing No time to pray The shit just missed me and my niggas kicked in Blaze swung the razor and he opened his skin These niggas wasn't havin it, gangstas too Motherfuckers start shootin, lightin up the booth Mark Live wore a vest and it went right through They fuckin bodied Big Rich, what the fuck I'ma do? Flipped the table up, me and Coke hit the back door These niggas wasn't done, these niggas want more Fell off in the cut like a video game Pulled my strap, took my aim, made the door my frame Everybody that stepped out, that body got flamed I knew I was bleedin, I could feel the pain Broke out, had to get back behind the wheel Runnin through the parkin lot, Coke broke a heel I started gettin dizzy as I clenched my gat I made it to my whip, I was shot in the back Aw, fuck, nigga, I'm shot again Get up, you gotta drive, come on Ahh, get in the backseat God, motherfuck, fuck Come on, drive, drive, get out the parkin lot, baby, come on No time to pray Jumped in the car, laid across the backseat Coke grabbed the wheel, I was really startin to leak Halfway out the lot got blocked, it's back on Some niggas in a blue Seville with a grill Popped the stash spot, goin for dolo It's extra big but it holds a fully auto Blast through my own glass, shoulda heard the sound It was on, bitch, no time to roll shit down Hit the corner, see my niggas Smitty and Mick They was rollin toward the club when they heard 'bout the shit Didn't have to tell 'em, they just blocked up the street Cops on the way, still ain't throwin my heat Don't even know why the fuck I'm out here dealin with beef Just went out for some drinks in the club with my peeps My two boys are dead, I seen 'em fall at my feet And I'm shot the fuck up, bleedin all on my seats Pray