Lyrical Breakdown of Cold - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Kanye West weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Cold" 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 Kanye West 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 Kanye West's narrative.

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Uh, can the headphones go louder? Kanye West! Yup, Swag King Cole, yup DJ Khaled! Can't a young nigga, get money anymore? Tell PETA, my mink is dragging on the floor Can I have a bad bitch, without no flaws? Come to meet me without no drawers Dinner with Anna Wintour, racing with Anja Rubik I told you motherfuckers, it was more than the music In the projects one day, to Project Runway We done heard all that loud-ass talking, we're used to it I'm from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up Might even kill somebody and YouTube it To whoever think their words affect me is too stupid And if you can do it better than me, then you do it! We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news Don't talk about style 'cause I embarrass you Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you Can't a young nigga, get money anymore? Tell PETA, my mink is dragging on the floor Can I have a bad bitch, without no flaws? Come to meet me without no drawers And the whole industry wanna fuck your old chick Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz And I'll admit, I had fell in love with Kim Around the same time she had fell in love with him Well, that's cool, baby girl, do ya thang Lucky I ain't had Jay drop him from the team La Familia, (La Familia) Roc Nation (Roc Nation) We in the building, we still keep it basement Flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news Don't talk about style 'cause I'll embarrass you Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you Good music, we fresh, we fresh Anything else, we detest, detest Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts All that said, let me ask this quest' "Can't a young nigga, get money anymore?" Tell PETA, my mink is dragging on the floor Can I have a bad bitch, without no flaws? Come to meet me without- Don't talk to me 'bout style, nigga, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you Talking 'bout clothes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you Hollering 'bout some hoes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you Way too cold, I promise you'll need some Theraflu (Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh) get the Theraflu (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) get the Theraflu (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) get the Theraflu This Chicago, nigga, South Side, we in this bitch East Side crazy, blow that loud, low End, 39th, The Ickes 47th Street, Garfield Park 79th Stony Island, K-Town, Wild 100's This Chi-Town, Dro City, The Village Harvey World, O Block, 64th and Normal 64th and King Drive, what up? 83rd, Cottage Grove, the Gardens This Chicago, nigga! The Dearborns, 55th, Cabrini-Green Terror Town, West Side, Pocket Town This Chicago! Halsted to the Ida B. Wells New York City, Atlanta, London Town Chiraq Drillinoise This DJ Pharris, fuck around and get embarrassed