Lyrical Breakdown of 10 Cool - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "10 Cool" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lupe Fiasco weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "10 Cool" 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 Lupe Fiasco 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 Lupe Fiasco's narrative.

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Yeah Yeah The Cool Turn me up Uh-huh Yeah He came back In the same suit that he was buried in Similar to the one his grandfather was married in Yes, he was still fresh to death Bling, two earrings, a chain laying on his chest He still had it 'cause they couldn't find it And the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind it Smell the Hennesey from when his niggas got reminded And poured out liquor in his memory, he didn't mind it, but He couldn't sip it fast enough So the liquor was just filling the casket up Floating down by his feet was the letter from his sister Second grade handwriting simply read, "I miss ya" Suit jacket pocket held his baby daughter's picture Right next to it, one of his man's stuck a Swisher He had a notion as he laid there soaking He saw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket open And he This life goes passing you by It might go fast if you lie You go and you live then you die Oh-oh-oh-oh If life goes passing you by Don't cry If you breaking the rules Making your moves (yeah) Paying your dues (uh-huh) Chasing the cool Not at all nervous as he dug to the surface Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth with He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it And when he couldn't dirt spit, he swallowed it Working like a, hmm, reverse archaeologist Except, his buried treasure was sunshine So when some shined through a hole that he had drove It reflected off the gold and almost made son blind He grabbed on to some grass and climbed Pulled hisself up out of his own grave and looked at the time On the watch that had stopped six months after the shots That had got him in the box wringing Henny out his socks Figured it was hours because he wasn't older Used some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulders, so With a right hand that was all bones and no reason to stay He decided to walk home So he This life goes passing you by It might go fast if you lie (yeah) You go and you live then you die Oh-oh-oh-oh If life goes passing you by Don't cry (uh) If you breaking the rules (yeah) Making your moves (uh) Paying your dues (uh) Chasing the cool He begged for some change, to get him on a train "Damn that nigga stank", is what they complained Tried to light the blunt but it burst into flames Caught the reflection in the window of what he became A long look, wasn't shook, wasn't ashamed Matter fact, only thing on his brain was brains, yeah And getting back in his lane, doing his thang First he had to find something to slang Next stop was his block It had the same cops Walked right past the same spot where he was shot Shocked that some little niggas tried to sell him rocks It just felt weird being on the opposite They figured that he wasn't from there So they pulled out and robbed him With the same gun they shot him with Put it to his head and said, "You scared, ain't you?" He said, "Hustler for death, no heaven for a gangster" and This life goes passing you by It might go fast if you lie You go and you live then you die Oh-oh-oh-oh If life goes passing you by Don't cry If you breaking the rules Making your moves Paying your dues Chasing the cool Yeah Uh Cool