Lyrical Breakdown of Holding Back The Years (feat. Cymphonique) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Holding Back The Years (feat. Cymphonique)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Master P weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Holding Back The Years (feat. Cymphonique)" 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 Master P employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Holding back, the years Thinking bout the fear, I've had so long When somebody, hears this Listen to the feeling, that's gone Ugh, turned ten G's to a million bucks Started from nothing, yeah then I came up Grandma gone, but I'm still trying to hold on Pockets full of big faces, baby get your roll on And ain't nobody gon' help you, when you broke nigga Kanye West through the wire, with a coke nigga And it's easy for me, to make a mess dog See these haters they be rolling, with they vest on I put my trust in God, I ain't got no friends And bitches say they really love you, when you got ends But see me, I be rolling like the polo man I be solo, cause niggaz quick to take the stand They say P you help the kids, but you hang with thugs Just be happy, that a nigga ain't selling drugs Uh, cause ain't nobody here perfect When one of us make it, come back cause we worth it Holding back, the years Thinking bout the fear, I've had so long When somebody, hears this Listen to the feeling, that's gone Ugh, from the hood to the trap house Only way to make it scrap, with thus rap out My lil' brother doing time, cause the FEDs want him Everyday halloween, cause them youngsters got the mask on em I use my gift, call it music Murdered this game, like a uzi And bounce back, from the good through the bad times But I ain't tripping, did it better then the last time And all my homies, locked up and incarcerated Hold your head V-Glass, that one made it Man I come from the streets, to the bubble From the projects to the mansions, with Louis covers Riding cars, with convertible doors Money bags, and convertible floors House filled, with butlers and maids And this reality, I remember dreaming this in the 8th grade Holding back, the years Thinking bout the fear, I've had so long When somebody, hears this Listen to the feeling, that's gone