Lyrical Breakdown of Can't Knock The Hustle - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Can't Knock The Hustle" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Jay-Z weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Can't Knock The Hustle" 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 Jay-Z 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 Jay-Z's narrative.

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Bounce, bounce, bounce, Jay-Z, Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella, y'all Bounce, bounce, bounce, Roc-A-Fella, y'all Check, check Yo, I'm making short term goals, when the weather folds Just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold Chilly with enough bail money to Free a big Willy High stakes, I got more at stake than Philly Shopping sprees, cop in three Deuce fever, IS's fully loaded, ah, yes Bouncing in the Lex Luger, tires smoke like Buddha 50 G's to the crap shooter, niggaz can't fade me Chrome socks beaming through my peripheral I see ya scheming Stop dreaming, I leave your body steaming Niggaz is fiending, what's the meaning? I'm leaning on any nigga intervening With the sound of my money machine-in' My cup runneth over with hundreds I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and running Y'all niggas don't want it, I got the Godfather flow The Don Juan DeMarco, swear to God, don't get it fucked up I'm taking out this time To give you a piece of my mind 'Cause you can't knock the hustle Who do you think you are? Baby, one day you'll be a star Last seen out of state where I drop my slang I'm deep in the South kicking up top game Bouncing on the highway, switching fo' lanes Screaming through the sunroof 'Money Ain't A Thang' Your worst fear confirmed Me and my fam roll tight like The Firm Getting down for life, that's right, you better learn Why play with fire, burn? We get together like a choir to acquire what we desire We do dirt like worms, produce G's like sperm 'Til legs spread like germs I got extensive hoes with expensive clothes And I sip fine wines and spit vintage flows What y'all don't know? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 'Cause you can't knock the hustle But until the late thang, I'm the one who's crazy 'Cause that's the way you're making me feel 'Cause you can't knock the hustle I'm just trying to get mine, I don't have the time To knock the hustle for real Yo, y'all niggaz lunching, punching the clock My function is to make much and lay back munching Sipping Remy on the rocks, my crew, something to watch Nothing to stop, unstoppable Scheme on the ice, I gotta hot your crew I gotta let you niggaz know the time like Movado My motto 'Stack rocks like Colorado' Auto off the champagne, Cristals by the bottle It's a damn shame what you're not though, who? Me Slick like a gato, fucking Jay-Z My pops knew exactly what he did when he made me Tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what Straight bananas, can a nigga see me? Got the US Open, advantage Jigga Serve like Sampras, play fake a rappers like a campus Le Tigre, son, you're too eager You ain't having it? Good, me either Let's, get together and make this whole world believe us, huh? At my arrangement, screaming All us blacks got is sports and entertainment Until we even, thieving as long as I'm breathing Can't knock the way a nigga eating, fuck you even I'm taking out this time To give you a piece of my mind Who do you think you are? Baby, one day you'll be a star But until the late thang, I'm the one who's crazy 'Cause that's the way you're making me feel I'm just trying to get mine, I don't have the time To knock the hustle for real Roc-A-Fella, y'all and we rule shit Roc-A-Fella, y'all For you can't knock the hustle