Lyrical Breakdown of Hot - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hot" 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 "Hot" 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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We ownin', muthafuckin' rollin', ain't nobody fuckin' with my-- It's hot in this bitch, you could be the fan Try to cool me off, cool me off like damn Said it's hot in this bitch, you could be the fan Try to cool me off, cool me off like Fli Ci in this bitch, you could be the fan Try to cool me off, cool me off like damn Said it's hot in this bitch, you could be the fan Try to cool me off, cool me off like damn Harlem, big trucks like? I rock the big watch with the flooded band I got niggas from the motherland In the winter you could catch him with a summer tan I whip the ghost like a go-kart So then it's tell me when the show starts I'm coming out flooded like Noah's ark And fuck the light cause you know my wrist glow in the dark You niggas stylin' but you fake wildin' We four warriors deep when we on? They tryna cool me off like antifreeze But I'm hot like the shots when the hammer squeeze Hold up, it's a new kid on the block Waited 87 dreams for me to get my shot With a mean grill you could picture my drop When I ride through everything just stop Back on the gas, way ahead of my class See the pipes burning from the bikes on the Ave So ahead of my life I let my grandson have The whole fucking world, I just throw it in the bag Midwest kid with flows for all ages Barbershop clean, nutcracker type flavors Big? Versace's, Coogi's, linens I'll wear Versace's, no socks in my Timberlands I'm hot like the chicken off the Halal trucks You a latte nigga cause I'm getting star bucks I'm live on the set, the bass brought the streets out It's hot in this bitch, y'all niggas send a tweet out It's hot in this bitch, the Gullwing's a sauna The leather just stick to my skin like Under Armour Ride with a material girl, the black Madonna Face like a virgin, she wants me to Lucky Star her I'm lovin' her aura, shearling by Zara She take me as I am, tossing weight like Toccara Decapitated SL's and Audi SLR-a The last samurai to your roof, sayonara Eghck! Blood sweat and tears Through the years, now the new found fame, I call it karma These niggas bipolar, I'm who they love to hate Praying for my downfall, now they chalk it up to fate I chalk it up to chalking up the plate that I scrape Peyton Manning Arm & Hammer with the plays that I make NFL, that's No Fucking Losses A great defense makes an even better offense We ownin', muthafuckin' rollin', ain't nobody fuckin' with my--