Lyrical Breakdown of Rush Hour - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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I give a fuck less and less everyday The more you give a fuck, I guess the less you make (Money) Homie we just out here tryna elevate Heaven is a crime scene, stand behind the yellow tape I started making money in eleventh grade Soon as I learned that the more you do, the less you wait Got a bigger crib, always use the extra space Shit was so different in 2008 Growing pains, fill the open veins with Novocain Relapse, I eat that, I don't complain I'm just rambling You want war, N64 Blitz champion (Sucker) Out of space channeling, brain damaging Heavy rain game cancelling, proud to be American They tell me "Get yourself straight How much more money can you make?" I'm just tryna grow up old and rich Maybe get married to a local bitch I be, I be, I be, I be over shit The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness I'm just tryna grow up old and rich The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness I be, I be, I be, I be over shit The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness I'm a deranged motherfucker, took too many uppers Now it's Rush Hour, Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker I stuck around for the past six summers Karma is a bitch and that bitch don't love ya We was in the attic you could smell the weed Bitches getting naked, we was selling E Bitches kissing bitches just like Ellen D In the kitchen whipping biscuits, giving generously I thank the lord I made it out, no STD Lost a few too many brain cells, I'm special needs They tell me "Get yourself straight How much more money can you make?" I'm just tryna grow up old and rich Maybe get married to a local bitch I be, I be, I be over shit The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness I'm just tryna grow up old and rich The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness I be, I be, I be over shit The world don't give a fuck about your loneliness Ladies and gentlemen in attendance, good morning It's the baby face Don Dada checking in And I want you to know It ain't about complaining, it's about maintaining Know what I'm talking about Don't ever become content because you will repent Feel that, go get it That's your life, go live it Pass me my Hennessy and my Grand Marnier If you will