Lyrical Breakdown of Another Dollar - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how LL Cool J weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Another Dollar" 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 LL Cool J 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 LL Cool J's narrative.

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AKA John Mickens AKA John Mickens AKA John Mickens I'm the king I floss rings, the new John Mickens Uhh, I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters bitchin' From New York to Richmond, my shine is sickenin' Ice drips, frost bits, so forfeit I got to rewrite this mackin' game, baby Layin' in the barber shop, knowin' haters is shady Maybe, they sex young chicks and whips But I got Lesbo Combos ridin' stick-shifts For no chips, I'm seein' four to eight lips Let me tell ya 'bout my life-style, players and chips, sick Mr.Smith, the rarest breed Separate the dimes from 'hoes like chronic seeds Miraculous lyrical swiftness Practice this, stop bein' actresses On mattresses with your legs up in the air Splash the crisp John Micks, a millionaire Anutha day, anutha dolla Anutha day, anutha dolla Anutha day, anutha dolla Anutha day, anutha dolla My fortune five hundred is fully funded Joints I pumps, gives my pockets the mumps I'm the glossiest and the costliest Feel the force of this lyrical arsonist Hotter than a yacht with Rottweillers Chicks in choppers with they thong sittin' proper The crisp poppa bringin' drama like soap operas The show stopper if you playas don't flow proper I'm the jiggliest, bitch, shit the wittiest Wonderin' why cats front on who's the williest Chill, relax, you cats will fall Ten mill, ten plaques upon my wall You stall, mix large, I see y'all Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond broaches Super calla never mind the alladocious Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote this Anutha day, anutha dolla Anutha day, anutha dolla Anutha day, anutha dolla Anutha day, anutha dolla I'm the M C that you strive to be Competition is dead, 'coz ain't none of all live as me Handsome moody, I keep it raw, baby So save all the good fella Scorsese So iced up, they call me Mount Everest The many get honey ways draped over my headrest I run game from Fort Green to Maine I keep ya head noddin' like dope is in your vein Hail to the king Cajone Jing a ling I buy ya clicks loyalty with one Pinkie ring Gotta be above average to grow Cabbage I wreack Havoc, do damage Don't have it techniques up to par You, get ya black ass looped like Mardi Grass Chick soup too hittin' me off in yo' car Blaze her in the alley 'coz she actin' Bourgeoisie Anutha day, anutha dolla Anutha day, anutha dolla Anutha day, anutha dolla Anutha day, anutha dolla Man it's hard bein' the king, baby But someone's gotta do it, haha