Lyrical Breakdown of Hollywood Gangsta - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Shout my young New York niggas out there on that drill shit Yeah, yeah, ayo Yo, let me try this shit out right here The scars of martyrs, the path of bastard seeds Effects of absentee fathers passed on with ease Hope the babies eat healthier, and may we get wealthier Take what's not given, we ask for forgiveness, not permission Whole clique is each other's counselor Holdin' sticks without a hockey puck Can't co-sign 'em, them niggas not with us Hop on a private jet with 12 tenants Right when I land, the chopper to Manhattan is 12 minutes I put the "real" in "real nigga" that's on my momma though Homie you gotta feel me from Cali out to the Calliope Slicker than Desi Arnez on my Copa Cabana flow In Houston with a thick one eatin' at Pappadeaux Shit, it was written, choppin' up competition Palms itchin', Bohemian Grove couldn't get Nas to visit I seen both ends of the ladder, ain't see no silver platter Fiction don't even matter, we don't act for the cameras Guess they used to the ego havin' head in the air Hollywood gangsta, goons with 'em everywhere I'm the opposite, smooth, not spreading fear Silver spoons never fed Nasir, I'm on top and I surprise 'em I'm on top and I surprise 'em Velour fashions, world tour jackets I turned to a hoarder I don't need more baggage Everybody lyin' telling stories backwards Like my song Rewind, in-store autographin' To take it back in time to today, I'm smashin' Flick out ashes, flip girls on a mattress We get it crackin' without the attachments Her and my heart is cold as Aspen Both of us laughin' I put the "New" in "New York", I'm home All of the watches stay on the Eastern Time Zone Throwin' parties whenever I'm feeling godly White linen parties for whenever we make a million dollars "Nas think he too good to pull up on us" See me at a baby shower with some OGs from Corona Sippin' liquor, taking photos then I slid with a cougar Coulda pulled a young love, but I took who was choosing Esco relaxed in the hood I ain't come with a shooter They asked what I'm doin' they said I was already proven Who said I'm too comfortable around on my regular shit? You know I'm a rare nigga but ghetto as shit Guess they used to the ego havin' head in the air Hollywood Gangsta, goons with 'em everywhere I'm the opposite, smooth, not spreading fear Silver spoons never fed Nasir, I'm on top and I surprise 'em And I surprise 'em (I ain't sayin' don't have your goons with you) Uh, yeah, I'm on top, that's not surprising (But when you get a lil' older, you move different) Yeah, I'm on top and I keep rising (rising) Uh-huh (early morning) I'm on top (to the dawn and, I'm on top) Yeah (I can't be stopped, why even try?) Hollywood gangsta (I'm the opposite of that) tah!