Lyrical Breakdown of Pour The Henny - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Mobb Deep weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Pour The Henny" 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 Mobb Deep 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 Mobb Deep's narrative.

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[Intro: Havoc] Yeah, yo, yeah, uh [Verse 1: Havoc] Lord forgive me, pour the Henny Punish many, my word bond Not James Bond, the money penny Talk friendly or the Desi make confetti In the cut like machete 'til I'm ready QB baby, we rise to the occasion Didn't know niggas is soon to be awakened Out they sleep with the truth in they faces Yellin', "Fuck the world," I'm out here makin' new races Middle finger to a racist Hear 'em out, tell a coward take tеn paces Limestone ovеr the body, no traces Just the basics, the other way, fake shit Stay gripped, life my main bitch, protect that Tell you what it is, just that you-ain't-gotta-guess rap Everything a lesson, to a fool, it's a setback Shorty love my style, guess where she keep her legs wrapped, nigga (Yeah) [Chorus: Havoc] Middle finger to our enemies I'ma hold it down even if I catch a felony Yeah, open season, open sesame Anybody violate, gotta give 'em all the best of me Doin' shit that I wouldn't ordinarily I'm laid back 'til they came back with that jealousy But this music is my therapy Y'all niggas lucky 'cause I'll make you all memories [Verse 2: Prodigy & Havoc] Writin' in my nocturnal journal to a dark beat On a cold dark night, I came up with these Four hundred words that best describe me And my lifestyle, I'm not like you, I'm unique In the twilight, I shine bright and get my mind right I was born under the full moon And I'll die starin' up at the cosmos Laid out 'til my heart come to a stop and then my eyes close I lived a full life, don't cry for me A real-life king of New York, the top of the heap I did songs with Mary J. Blige, my nigga Mariah Carey, Big Pun, and Nas, my nigga I did tours with Biggie Smalls, my nigga Eminem, 50 Cent, I did it all, my nigga The shows, the hotels, and the afterparties When that sun goes down, yeah, the moon shine for me, cuz (Yeah) [Chorus: Havoc] Middle finger to our enemies I'ma hold it down even if I catch a felony Yeah, open season, open sesame Anybody violate, gotta give 'em all the best of me Doin' shit that I wouldn't ordinarily I'm laid back 'til they came back with that jealousy But this music is my therapy Y'all niggas lucky 'cause I'll make you all memories [Verse 3: Nas & Havoc] You could be bored to death or either die laughin' Both while you still livin', hopeful in high fashion Talk what I been through in life, what I encountered It's sorta like blowin' a trumpet, makin' announcements A sermon that's disturbin' to a serpent A blessin' to anyone in attendance as soon as you hear the verbiage I'm mister throw your frame in a stretcher if you deserve it Reverse prophetic, I saw your truth hittin' in verses Whatever come out of Satan mouth is a lie perverted It's hell out here, so keep God close on purpose Life is a small hill to a mountain climber I'm a ten-time champion, real-life survivor I've been on the ropes a few times Probably been almost smoked a few times But everything will evolve in due time (Due time) I know that this ending is not the end Just some new beginnings for P, we pour out some Hen', we miss you (Yeah) [Chorus: Havoc] Middle finger to our enemies I'ma hold it down even if I catch a felony Yeah, open season, open sesame Anybody violate, gotta give 'em all the best of me Doin' shit that I wouldn't ordinarily I'm laid back 'til they came back with that jealousy But this music is my therapy Y'all niggas lucky 'cause I'll make you all memories