Lyrical Breakdown of Hard Piano - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Pusha T feat. Rick Ross weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hard Piano" 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 Pusha T feat. Rick Ross 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 Pusha T feat. Rick Ross's narrative.

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Never trust a bitch who finds love in a camera She will fuck you, then turn around and fuck a janitor Set the parameters You either with the pro ballers or the amateurs I won't let you ruin my dreams or Harvey Weinstein the kid Good morning, Matt Lauer, can I live? Look at my new digs The rooftop can host a paint and sip for like 40 The Warhols on my wall paint a war story Had to find other ways to invest Cause you rappers found every way to ruin Pateks It's a nightmare, yeah I'm too rare amongst all of this pink hair, ooh Still do the Fred Astaire on a brick Tap tap, throw the phone if you hear it click Art Basel in the bezel Your bustdown is bust down and don't match the metal Lower level's where you settle at I'm the pot callin' the kettle black Where there's no brick peddles at Between God and where the Devil's at Had to double dutch and double back Then hopscotch through where the trouble's at Exactly what the game's been missin' This fire burns hot as Hell's Kitchen Push Now that's how the team go I'm back from Santo Domingo That's where the kings go Down in Santo Domingo Now that's how the team go Back from Santo Domingo This for the sneaker hoarders and coke snorters Cause that's where the kings go Down in Santo Domingo From Honda Accords to Grammy awards That's where the kings go I can blow a million dollars into dust Lord knows how many bottles I've done bust Still runnin' through the models like I'm Puff Confront my problems like I'm Ralo in the bluff Pusha know these politics is paradox Chillin' in a condo full of ready rock My homie amputated but gon' stand for somethin' I'm dyin' to find a way to get a Grammy from it (Maybach Music) Watchin' my success for some is bittersweet Always keep the sharpshooter's triggers tweaked Diamonds drippin' on me, V in Tiffany's All these K-9 units still sniffin' me Ignorance versus the innocence It's not the temperature for you in Timberlands I keep the coldest flows on the hot seat And you can spot my hoes by their car keys Another episode full of atrocities It's double M, baby, money monopolies (Maybach Music) You scared to see my face in a fancy place So I debate my case vs. a Nancy Grace It's flesh and blood 'til I'm fresh as fuck Still hands on, sucker, press your luck Your money gone every other month My money long so the treasure's tucked Now that's how the team go, I'm back in Santo Domingo That's where the kings go, Down in Santo Domingo Now that's how the team go Back in Santo Domingo Cause that's where the kings go, Down in Santo Domingo That's where the kings go