Lyrical Breakdown of High School (feat. Lil Wayne) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "High School (feat. Lil Wayne)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Nicki Minaj feat. Lil Wayne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "High School (feat. Lil Wayne)" 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 Nicki Minaj feat. Lil Wayne employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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He said he came from Jamaica He owned a couple acres A couple fake visas 'cause he never got his papers Gave up on love, fucking with them heart breakers But he was gettin' money with the movers and the shakers He was mixed with a couple things Ball like a couple rings Bricks in the condo and grams to sing-sing Left arm, baby, mother tatted Five year bid up north when they ratted Anyway, I felt him, helped him, put him on lock, seat belt him Took him out to Belgium, welcome! Bitches this pretty, that's seldom This box better than the box he was held in I'ma-I'ma momma Dee in that order I call him, "Daddy like daughters" He like it when I get drunk But I like it when he be sober That's top of the toppa I never fuck with beginners I let him play with my pussy Then lick it off of his fingers I'm in the zone They holler at me, but it's you You, this ain't high school Me and my crew, we can slide through Give it to you whenever you want Put it wherever you want Baby, it's yours Anywhere, everywhere Baby, it's your world, ain't it? (Alright) Baby, it's your world, ain't it? (Uh) She got a nigga at home And one on the side Best friend is a dyke They fucked around a few times Her and her momma alike So all they do is fight I tell her make me some money She tell me, "Make me a wife" I tell her, "Bitch, you crazy, fuck wrong with you?" And excuse my French, but I'm a long kisser And then she try to tell me I'm the only one that's hittin' And I say, "What about them niggas?" She say, "What about them niggas?" You right, what you doing tonight? Put on something tight Don't judge me, I get life She love me like a brother But fuck me like a husband Pussy like a oven Too hot to put my tongue in All I had to do is rub it The genie out the bottle Pussy so wet I'ma need goggles She tell me that's it's mine I tell her stop lyin' Mine and who else? She say worry 'bout yourself Lil Tune They holler at me, but it's you You, this ain't high school Me and my crew, we can slide through Give it to you whenever you want Put it wherever you want Baby, it's yours Anywhere, everywhere Baby, it's your world, ain't it? Baby, it's your world, ain't it? I know you want it, boy I see you tryin' Just keep on pushin' I'ma let you slide in Just close your eyes and This horizon It's ready, come get you some Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah