Lyrical Breakdown of Land Of The Snakes - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how J. Cole weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Land Of The Snakes" 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 J. Cole 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 J. Cole's narrative.

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Yeah, uh-huh This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with Lord, know some hoes from the past like "Damn Cole, wish I knew that you would be rich" Well, should've asked It's funny how these niggas on some real "Be cool with me" shit I bagged two bitches like it's two of me bitch This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with Finally got my own bedroom in this bitch No more sleeping in my brother's room Like man I might as well be sleeping in my mother's room 'Cause how I'm supposed to sneak hoes with my bro here? Plus she gon' find out I been rocking all this old gear This is flow here, this is no fair This is so pure, this is so clear This is one breath, this is no air Ain't no wedding and I do the most here I'm the President you the co-chair You the player, yeah, I'm the coach here Nigga I coast here This weather got me set up on this West Coast, yeah Avoiding the snakes, AK's, and coke yeah Get my dick wet but I never let it soak there Man, I been thinkin' bout movin' out What? Country boy in the city in New York, nine years Ran that shit like Diddy Riding through South Side Queens like Fiddy Nothing's impossible And all you lame niggas show me what not to do I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight She told me, "Watch the snakes 'cause they watching you" I told her, "Aw baby don't start! I ain't looking for the way to your heart!" She said, "You bout to miss church" while she riding me I like my sundaes with a cherry on top Make that ass drop (Drop, drop) Hey make that ass drop (Drop, drop) Hey make that ass drop (Drop, drop) Hey make that ass drop (Drop, drop) Now if you only had one wish is it devious? 'Cause you already know who your genie is Ain't get a cover now your mag on my penis Like damn he turned out to be a genius Damn, real shit nigga, no Pixar You niggas soft like Meagan Good's lips are My kicks hard, my whip hard I came out the womb with my dick hard Back when I was playing Stomp the Yard It'd be a bunch of niggas up on campus talking hard Don't get exposed to these hoes boy knock it off I seen your mama in a Benz when she dropped you off Damn, now who more thorough than me? I paint a picture of my pain for the world to see Could paint a picture of the game but my girl would see Gotta ask myself, "What mean the world to me?" Nothing's impossible And all you lame niggas show me what not to do I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight She told me, "Watch the snakes 'cause they watching you" I told her, "Aw baby don't start! I ain't looking for the way to your heart!" She said, "You bout to miss church" while she riding me I like my sundaes with a cherry on top Make that ass drop (Drop, drop) Hey make that ass drop (Drop, drop) Make that ass drop Hey make that ass drop (Drop, drop) Make that ass drop Hey make that ass drop (Drop, drop) Make that ass drop Make, hey, make that ass drop (Drop) Hey, you seen me in this every damn day (Drop) It got the dick hard as a rock (Drop) And I can't control (Let it rock) Control This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with A little Fayettenam nigga out in Beverly Hills That's when I ran into this chick I went to college with Yeah, back when a nigga was on scholarship Was in a rush but I still stopped to holla, shit That's the least I owed her 'cause see I tried to hit On the first night, nah, I ain't proud of it I boned her in my dorm room and kicked her out of it And I never called back, how thoughtfuless Now I'm standing in the streets tryna politic with her In her mind she calling me a misogynist nigga On some Bobby Brown shit my prerogative, nigga is to hit and never commit Now realizing when I hit she never forgets So every time I ignore the telephone call Saying I'll hit her back knowing I'm never gon' call She was hurting, now she staring dead in my face she was smirking Like, "Yeah I remember and nah you ain't worth shit, nigga You ain't worth shit, nigga" This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with