Lyrical Breakdown of Santeria - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Santeria" 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 "Santeria" 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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Now the tears dry and the pain takes over Let's talk this payola (payola) You killed God's baby when it wasn't his will And blood spill, we can't talk this shit over (this shit over) The Lord is my shepherd, I am not sheep I am just a short stone's throw from the streets I bring my offering, I will not preach Awaken my demons, you can hear that man screaming I'm no different than the priest, priest Santeria (Santeria, Santeria, Santeria) They say that death comes in threes, how appropriate Triple back, they rush in like Soviets At the Kremlin Searching for the green like a Gremlin, presidential emblem Presidential tint on this shit that I'm driven in Woo! I just place orders and drop dollars Rotweillers roam the ground, the Glock hollers The three of y'all are too accessible Seen all the wrong moves, watching The Untouchables We don't do vegetables, niggas get flatlined Welcome all beef, then we heat 'em with flat irons Your plans are backfiring, think of double-crossing a priest Hail Mary, repeat after me Santeria! (Santeria, Santeria, Santeria) Ya te vas a la mañana (mañana) Ah ah, los ángeles esperarán Es el fuego que yo, conozco Es el fuego que yo Ya te vas a la mañana (mañana) Ah ah, los ángeles esperarán Es el fuego que yo, conozco Es el fuego que yo Of all the things I've ever paid for Know that it's no price tag when I wage war It's no more to pray for, niggas get preyed on Darken my doorstep, they told me the day's gone You listening, De'von? As I'm talking to your spirit for God's sakes I'm dealing with heartbreak Checking my ego, I'm livin' with lost faith I'm back in this shit, nigga, you ever seen Shark Tank? I paid 'em in small bills, all of 'em small face I bet when we draw blood, you niggas will draw blank Dress you in all black, partnered with All Saints Our numbers is all facts, my shooters give all thanks And all praise, no jail bars can save Leave you like Malcolm where X marks your grave Hey, it's probably better this way It's cheaper when the chaplain prays Santeria! Ya te vas a la mañana (mañana) Ah ah, los ángeles esperarán Es el fuego que yo, conozco Es el fuego que yo