Lyrical Breakdown of Hip Hop - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Yeah, we back in the hood I like recording in Philly Put me in my zone (Philly, wassup?) I remember it was no lights Mattress on the floor A thousand roaches, four mice Yeah, I remember it was no lights Yeah, I remember it was no lights Mattress on the floor A thousand roaches, four mice Yeah I remember all the cold nights (I do) Niggas sold white just to live the low life [?], I was sinning The crazy part is the designer ain't wanna send it The dope dealer, was I Emmet And not magic, you couldn't imagine The shit I saw, had no choice but to get involved You either spit it raw, or sell crack and dribble the ball It's crazy when I seen my own neighbor hitting the soft I was thinking in my head like I gotta get with this raw Shit's getting tow up, as she watch me grow up Right in front of the kids, she fucking her nose up She's thinking like so what My homie got colder She even sold a nintendo, I'm thinking like hol' up I done seen my homie mommy turn into a zombie And it was like New Jersey Drive the way we throw them johnnies When we throw them cars Slip through like a bowling ball Ain't had no way to go at all Who thought that we would go this far? Matter fact, who thought that we would live this long? I got the money and the power, made a nigga strong I had respect before that Cause every fight, I fought back Cause I was always taught that A nigga hit you hold that Down baby, now it's thirty rounds baby As I'm riding through my hood It been going down crazy in this bitch Where they murder for a half a pound baby So imagine for a kilo Shark in the water, nemo Skinny niggas with a full pound, turn to Deebo Got the four five and the six call it Cee-Lo Ya'll niggas talking 'bout murder, that ain't be though Fuck around and get your life took nigga, repo Fuck what niggas tell us, I see 'em and know they jealous Steppin" in my Margielas this nieman like my umbrella Ballin' like I'm melo And kinging like I'm Coretta They [?] my beretta and singing I won't do never We shooting at all you pussies Ringing on all you niggas My city body for body My finger all on the trigger I'm ready my niggas heavy Yellow gold all on my prezi I'm switching gears in my rari I'm feeling like I'm Andretti [?] I'm Freddie all in your dreams Lean Like I'm Kareem 750 my beam I'm clean fuck do you mean My team full of gorillas Killers on 4 wheelers They stuck me back in the trap Fresh off of tour nigga They wanna see my demise Wanna see me with no job Wanna see me back on the corner Fifty niggas we mob With choppers like fuck the coppers Duckin' them helicopters They wanna lock us in boxes Courthouses and teleprompters They jealous my album sellin' Jealous that I ain't jealous They jealous that I ain't tellin' I'm focused no I ain't failin' Propellin' up in the sky Jealous I ain't die They jealous a nigga made it They jealous I don't know why I don't understand y'all suckas Guess I ain't meant to Pussy motherfuckers Lemme tell 'em what I been through