Lyrical Breakdown of 914 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "914" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Pete Rock weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "914" 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 Pete Rock 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 Pete Rock's narrative.

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Hell yea I'm pullin' my thang out, you gettin' banged out Bitch nigga, you shit done came out Kick it with a 914 nigga, four niggas beefin' Guess what? my 914 niggas I warn niggas like whoever will come through My shit stay kicking so I'm calling it kung fu Master my own style, punk show 'em what gun do I'm lethal like a heroin bundle, yea The beat rocks from Pete Rock, the flow from the ghost from D-Block Four pounds send you to Esau, in other words Jesus Christ Man, my shit stick together like beans and rice All I need is weed at nights to smoke and rhyme And I'm probably the nicest nigga to breathe in light And can't nobody prove me wrong, I'm to strong And the motherfuckin' street niggas need me right Ayo fuck what you heard and what you thought you saw Been all over the world reppin' 914 Styles P and Sheek Louch, they wild fo' sure Been all over the world reppin' 9-1-4 Raised in the ghetto singing songs for survival Late night, Valhalla, rollin' out the bible 914, every corner store got a nigga with the raw Just bring your straw Piff by the O's, pussy galore Little thief bitches get the monkeys out the store Shit look real but a nigga ain't sure, yo You know a real nigga when you see him Jewelry dripping, white tee, you wanna be him Burner on him and don't care about freedom Bitches with him, other girls wanna' beat him I'm trynna' stay alive, what up Mount Vernon? Rest in peace two-five, Pete with the knot Who else to ask for but Sheek from D-Block Two guns down, calico up I'm done here, pass my cup Nigga I get fresh like Easter Who wanna get sliced like pizza, while I light my reefer? You could come through with your crew nigga Burner go through niggas One shot is knockin' off two niggas I might come through with the Uzi, shoot niggas Filmin' on Fuji, put the shit in a movie Who wanna' get burned with a loose? Black tie affair, I grown up You get stomped with the Gucci's You oughta' be playin' me two feet I don't need five, I gotta' knife you ain't leavin' alive I said the green and cream Beamer is mine, the Z8 I see hate, you get the three-eight right in your eye Yo Pete, play this shit for the street Niggas licking they heat, got a brick in the whip on the seat Them niggas no different than me, so they listen to me I understand all the shit that they see, what