Lyrical Breakdown of Hold On - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hold On" 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 "Hold On" 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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I sold more dope than I sold records You niggas sold records, never sold dope So I ain't hearing none of that street shit Cause in my mind you motherfuckers sold soap Got rich selling hope to hopeless But I'm a thinker, methodic in my motives I motivate to put my niggas in the motors No woman, no child, no witness, no Jehovahs Like Scarface but it's God's face in that mirror We was made in this image dialing in is much clearer Scoring from the heist but I wanted mine purer Aryan, blonde hair, blue eyed like the führer The judge and the jury, the jewelry mad froze Water colors on my neck, fuck rhyming when you blinding niggas We ain't the same color clarity of diamond, nigga Nah, I ain't got nothing in common which is Pain in my heart, it's as black as my skin They tipping the scale for these crackers to win No reading, no writing, made us savage of men They praying for jail but I mastered the pen Descendant from kings, we at it again Just hand me the crown, I'm active again Everything that it seems, hear my passion again Was never my dream the immaculate win I was pissin' my shorts having rich nigga thoughts Wish I had a pistol before all the friends I done fought Over night I seen a nigga go get a Carrera Two weeks later I had to be that boy pallbearer Young king bury me inside a glass casket Windex wipe me down for the life after Crack dealer living like a hoop star Black marble, white walls in my new spot Four chains, big studs, a nigga too fly Top down, tank top, I think I'm 2Pac So I'm labeled the rebel, nigga get on my level We were born to be kings, only major league teams Chasing my paper, couldn't fathom my wealth Built a school in Ethiopia, should enroll in myself Got body and mind, food for the soul When you feedin on hatred you empty, my nigga, it shows Follow them codes, ain't no love for these hoes If you slip and you fall I got you my nigga, hold on If you right or you wrong, if you riding come on By the end of this song, can't be hiding for long I seen children get slaughtered, niggas' grandmothers assaulted Throw a gang sign dare you do something about it Fuck coppin' them foams, when you coppin' the home Cop a kilo and have them people on top of your home Follow the codes, ain't no love for these hoes If you slipping you fall, I got you my nigga hold on If you right or you wrong, if you riding come on By the end of this song, I got you my nigga hold on I got you my nigga hold on, I got you my nigga hold on If you slipping you fall, I got you my nigga hold on If you right or you wrong, if you riding come on By the end of this song, I got you my nigga hold on