Lyrical Breakdown of Mo Money - Interlude - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mo Money - Interlude" 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 "Mo Money - Interlude" 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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Mo money, yeah Mo money, blow money, show money Party money, side ho money, dope money New clothes money from shit that I wrote money So much money I don't know who stole from me Hard to keep track I'm used to having no money Still broke compared to niggas with old money I mean the type of niggas that laugh at Hov money Billionaires with Petroleum and coal money Probably kill theyselves if the had Cole money Talk shit and I'm a see you like you owe money I'm wrapping up the album, fourth quarter I'm so money I'm overseas looking for trees to grow money Peter Pop off, robbing people for hope money Prostitutes collecting that let me stroke money Put up a couple dollars for the liquor store money Used to dread the strip club 'cause I couldn't throw money Now the strippers give a nigga the throat for no money How mama gonna teach you how to save your money When she barely on the boat got stay afloat money Blacks always broke 'cause we don't know money Spend it 'fore we get it and could never hold money No wallets, nah, nigga we'd rather fold money Money control niggas, white man control money Laughing like "yeah yeah my nigga, get your money"