Lyrical Breakdown of Still the Hottest (Feat. Young Chris) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Still the Hottest (Feat. Young Chris)" 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 "Still the Hottest (Feat. Young Chris)" 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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Uh, what if somebody from the ville that was ill Got a deal on the hottest rap label around? But he wasn't talkin' 'bout coke and birds This is more like spoken word Can't you see I'm putting it down? Uh, what if somebody from the ville that was ill Got a deal on the hottest rap label around? But he wasn't talkin' 'bout coke and birds This is more like spoken word Can't you see I'm putting it down? Look, this is the Roc bitch The new Roc bitch They had it locked well I just copped a new lock bitch Look how I hit 'em up I'm on some 2Pac shit We take it to a higher level two octaves Cole, nigga I'm vicious with the flow Don't take no cristal ball to predict that I would blow so quick Get on your current events Oh you ain't heard of that quit No endurance, no insurance You should be so embarrassed Nigga you could have signed me Now you little artist is garbage running behind me so You wanna drop a man, your litter too much Now get back to rap you niggas Twittter too much But I keep it hood I could fit in Ku Klux I ain't bitter with you pitiful fuck niggas Couldn't tie my tennis shoes Couldn't reach this high if you hit a few blunts Sound like who? Uh bitches you nuts, please I run circles round these rap urkels And if he act Hercules then he get smacked purple Relax this is the Roc and guess who stuntin' for us And yeah I run my own show nigga Martin Lawrence Young Boy outta Philly who was ill got a deal On the hottest rap label around (yeah) And way before he put together words Them niggas was selling birds Guess who puttin' it down? This is the Roc trick that old Roc shit (yeah) I got it locked, I supply the whole block bitch (haha) Gimme the loot listen to that old BIG shit And we don't care about no vest's get your wig hit (blast) See that boy vicious on the mic (uh) Flow tighter than a girdle on bitches on a flight Tight, pray for a bright day visions of a night Good weed, little liquor pretty bitches get me right (uh) Baby I'm a baller, I was born in March Madness What's the clarity it's a little bit flaw in y'all karats Silly rabbits little bastards nigga all of y'all average I be the youngest Jackson with the glove I'm the baddest We get the baddest whore's dime a dozen on tour Box 'em out in the paint, d-cousins on boards Hip hop deserve more for the strength of what we saw Give an encore for Biggie Smalls Shakur (yeah) Big L and Pun, rest in peace to Pimp (yeah) The way they paved the way I could never be content Give it up to underdog, highly underrated And this ones dedicated to the ones appreciated Good look Cole, Chris, yeah