Lyrical Breakdown of King Push - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "King Push" 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 "King Push" 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.

This lyrical analysis of "King Push" not only celebrates Pusha T's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!

This is my time, this is my hour This is my pain, this is my name, this is my power If it's my reign, then it's my shower This pole position, I made a lane cause they blocked ours Dope boys, block bleeders Gold diggers don't stop either Motivation is misguided if it hit the mark, then it's not needed Carry on like a carry on, and my side bitch I let tag along Call me "daddy" from a complex, Cause her mother's fucker wouldn't marry mom No excuses, no regard Step on the brick like a promenade Twenty thousand on calling cards And I'm speaking spanish like Don Omar But... I'm King Push, this king push I rap nigga 'bout trap niggas I don't sing hooks Fuck nigga, with the sly talk Miss me, with all the pie talk When them lights on you, and them letters big You point us out, just like an eye-chart But that's my fault, my details of the sidewalk For eleven years, we seen better years We was sellin' birds over the time port My first grammy was my first brick Red carpet, every bad bitch More BMF than billboard I got a label deal under my mattress Cause... I'm King Push, this king push I rap nigga 'bout trap niggas I don't sing hooks Vultures to my culture Exploit the struggle, insult ya They name dropping 'bout caine copping But never been a foot soldier Let's have another look, just get a little closer Rage against the machine, black Zack de la Rocha In a cranberry roadster, inside track on the g rap poster Best d-boy all I'm missing is a dash Difference between me and Hova But... I'm King Push, this king push I rap nigga 'bout trap niggas I don't sing hooks