Lyrical Breakdown of Cold Blooded (feat. Kanye West & Swizz Beatz) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cold Blooded (feat. Kanye West & Swizz Beatz)" 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 "Cold Blooded (feat. Kanye West & Swizz Beatz)" 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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They say they're cold-blooded
Yeah, he cold-blooded
Your neck too soft, put a knife to it
Funeral room zone, get your wife to it (Woo)
They say he cold-blooded
Upperhand, who want it? Huh?
Yeah, he cold-blooded
Hit everythin in the daylight, huh?
Police ain't comin' for some hours
Niggas ain't really talkin' for some hours
You gon' die if you try to take ours
Boy, we cold-blooded, ha
Black child born in the storm
They had to bundle up to stay warm
Bodega babies
Strollers in the snow to the candy lady
That sugar make the monsters of the '90s crazy
Child rebel soldiers of the inner city
The hate me now, Tyga's next to Nas and Diddy
His mama fell in love with drug dealin' Diddy
The only star left that was next to Biggie
Little did she know, she was one of four
And little did he know, he was one of eight
Unknown siblings all through middle school
With the same mean mug that was born from hate
Yeah, bodega babies
You wonder why these kids of the '90s crazy?
Hide and go seek when the father's lazy
And their mamas only want the early '90s Jay-Zs
They say they're cold-blooded
Yeah, he cold-blooded
Your neck too soft, put a knife to it
Funeral room zone, get your wife to it (Woo)
They say he cold-blooded
Upperhand, who want it? Huh?
Yeah, he cold-blooded
Hit everythin in the daylight, huh?
Police ain't comin' for some hours
Niggas ain't really talkin' for some hours
You gon' die if you try to take ours
Boy, we cold-blooded, ha
They said his skin wasn't light enough
And his future wasn't bright enough
Little sister don't talk much
'Cause their uncle had the Midas touch
Evil is as evil does
Mama looked away, blamed it on his needle buzz
Sold the food out the freezer when he needed drugs
Beggin' like he Cool J when he needed love
Yeah, bodega babies
You wonder why these kids of the '90s crazy?
Broken Black homes is the modern slavery
You can't raise a savage and deny the rabies
Woo, bodega babies
Yeah, bodega babies
How loud I got to scream for someone to save me?
And now I'm in the cell from everything you made me
They say they're cold-blooded
Yeah, he cold-blooded
Your neck too soft, put a knife to it
Funeral room zone, get your wife to it (Woo)
They say he cold-blooded
Upperhand, who want it? Huh?
Yeah, he cold-blooded
Hit everythin in the daylight, huh?
Police ain't comin' for some hours
Niggas ain't really talkin' for some hours
You gon' die if you try to take ours
Boy, we cold-blooded, ha