Lyrical Breakdown of Intro - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Who you wanna be? Drug dealer? Rap nigga? You tryna save the culture? You gotta pick one Leave your conscience at the door We done hid the monsters in the floor I speak to the trap lords And niggas with their hands in the white like blackboards I done been black balled And never gave a fuck 'cause I'm Jack Frost Of sellin' that blast off I'm on a crash course Where talent meets timing Christopher Wallace, think big, keep climbing Reasonable doubt, drug era, keep climbing I'm my brother's keeper, Lord Willin', keep grindin' As a God amongst men Rinsed drug money, I done paid for my sins Books and the lawyers, I done paid for my friends Still held back, I done paid with my skin The only thing missing is a cape on me You niggas wanna tag a late, great on me Put the fears in my peers, heard my footsteps coming from the rear Now it's murder was the case homie I'm watching this three ring circus Old lions don't roar, so the clowns ain't nervous Even you fools serve purpose Let 'em run amuck until the king resurface Then it's off with your heads Wear your little jewels, you could floss when you're dead They take samples of 'em, I make examples of 'em It's the thrill of the hunt, I keep my mantle covered Ask Ye whose loyalty more realer? Ask P, whose core's a drug dealer Me and Tim, it's coming, it's gonna kill 'em The only great I ain't made better was J. Dilla Now we breaking new ground Get ready for the placing of the crown King Push, nigga! But I'm still here But I'm still here I don't why you doing this, loco You always chill right here You wanna be like that, don't you, huh? You not like them They not like us