Lyrical Breakdown of Heart Of The Project - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Heart Of The Project" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kodak Black weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Heart Of The Project" 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 Kodak Black employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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I'm stuck right now, I'm on my back right now
And then I see you, all fucked up and shit
You know heart problems, surgery, and shit
I'm the oxygen and shit (this temptation shit crazy though)
Shut up and take the deep knee
I'm the heart of the projects, hope I don't stroke
Over here we live in poverty, everybody broke
Over here it ain't no comedy, nah, it ain't no joke
We just tryna make it out of it, they hanging us for rope
Never choke, young nigga sellin' dope
Young nigga smokin' pot
Kickin' door jumped right out the post
Ready to cut your throat
Ready to let 'em go
Project baby, youngin' on the stroll
Sellin' coke, stressin', man we broke
Doctor check my pulse
In this a cold world
It's an icebox that's where my heartbeat
I'm the last hope for my hood, I'm they heartbeat
I ain't tryna flat line, they won't live without me
Golden acre boy free my nigga Greg Roundtree
Niggas played me dirty
Bitches played me dirty
Your niggas and your bitches, they'll leave you hurtin'
I just want a better life, I know I deserve it
The hood on life support and it's real urgent
And I'm fucked up bad, I need a real surgeon
Why they do ya boy bad? I'm a good person
I'm the one who gon' ride out like a derby
If you my nigga I'ma slide out with you lurkin'
Dye your nose, paranoia I be gettin' nervous
Had to wait the fourth quarter, I ain't have a jersey
Niggas dying every day can't behave they self
Before you jump off the porch nigga take a step
(Nigga slow down)
I was just a little boy, I had to raise myself
I was movin' too fast, had to pace myself
Paper chasin' for that cash tryna race myself
You know a nigga like to spaz, had to take a breath
Sometimes I think I'm too much for myself
And I done cost a lot of hurt to my health
It'll make a nigga cry, all the pain I felt
While everybody fold up, I remain myself
I'm the heart of the projects, hope I don't stroke
Over here we live in poverty, everybody broke
Over here it ain't no comedy, nah, it ain't no joke
We just tryna make it out of it, they hanging us for rope
Never choke, young nigga sellin' dope
Young nigga smokin' pot
Kickin' door jumped right out the post
Ready to cut your throat
Ready to let 'em go
Project baby, youngin' on the stroll
Sellin' coke, stressin', man we poor
Doctor check my flow (the antidote)