Lyrical Breakdown of Holy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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I just bought myself a 9 and my brother a TEC Got too much on my mind hit the blunt and reflect When I was under arrest my bitch was under duress I bet she fucked while I was gone, then I double the bet I smoke weed in Amsterdam, then I smuggle the rest I act like I'm shaking your hand and you get punched with the left And you can get killed for shit you said under your breath And if you do choose to bark, it ain't nothin' to a vet Man, fuck these niggas, I ain't stuntin' these niggas Yo' bitch about to swallow a bunch of me's, nigga I got a white girl fucking, sucking me, nigga While I'm thinkin' 'bout the days that it sucked to be niggas Bought myself a 9 and my brother a TEC Nigga, keep your head up like that gun to ya neck And my bitch was scared to fly 'til we fucked on a jet Fucked her in the cockpit, all these buttons to press I just got myself a blonde with the puffiest chest I just bought myself some time, rolled my Rollie a check Ridin' in a double R, just regrettin' regret Getting loaded more than once, no Russian Roulette I just left King of Diamonds, I just fucked a baguette I ain't called her since that day, I just wasn't impressed Bull with a nose ring, startin' a bunch of BS Hide the gun, knock on yo' door, dressed like UPS Man, fuck these niggas, I ain't stuntin' these niggas I'm a bear coughing up a bunch of honeybees, nigga Got hoes under me, like a submarine, nigga Got a bitch with a clit like a butter bean, nigga (uh) Bought myself a 9 and my brother a TEC (yeah) Bought my sons toys and my daughter a pet Bought my homeboys choppers and my woman a dress And to catch me if I fall, I bought my mother a net, let's go Anyone could get knocked off Any bitch could get knocked up Baby daddy get locked up Sell everything, put the house up Don't say anything, keep your mouth shut Except two words and that's "How much?" If I do get out, we're skipping time She said what about her mama I paused I said, "I gotta do what I gotta Is you gon' ride with me or you not?" And she start cryin' and said, "I'm not" And I paused I said "It's probably what's best Well, I'll be back when pigs fly So they can't follow me on my jet" I tell my pilot where to go next I bring that problem to your doorstep I catch you slippin' while you tired Like the road wet, like it's no sweat I'm Tunechi, hi, I'm here to collect They wondering why I ain't getting no rest 'Cause that's just too close to arresting And to far from certain protects So, police, read me my wrongs Or just leave me alone Rubbing, squinting my eyes I still don't see where I'm wrong Sold my soul to the streets They bought it previously-owned Went to jail for a Glock And soon as I got home I went and bought myself a 9 and that new MAC 11 You talk shit at 10:59 and make the news at 11 Bitch, I'm the wildest motherfucker on a team full of rebels Young, wild motherfucker to a MILF, cougar, leopard I'm a lion, motherfucker To these hoes 'cause you can sweat a little Euro my secret weapon like Mark, Jackson and Stephen I see plain clothes pigs and unmarked intrepids My bitch believe what I say I told her salt was pepper I'm cold as malts and metals Sell stolen parts, whatever Put three holes in your head like a bowling ball Don't spare 'em and all my niggas in jail That's bullshit, I smell ya Remember Destiny's Child? My favorite one was Farrah, man Bought myself a 9 and my brother a TEC I know you don't want war like you just a cadet Tell a motherfucker who next "Motherfucker, you next" I'm the best rapper alive and they love me to death, bye Yeah Fuck these niggas, I ain't stuntin' these niggas