Lyrical Breakdown of 911 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "911" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Rick Ross weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "911" 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 Rick Ross 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 Rick Ross's narrative.

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God forgives... I don't In other words, retaliation is a must! I bow my head, I pray to God Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord! If I die today, on the highway to heaven Can I let my top down in my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic 400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200 Fuck all these broke niggas cause all I do is ball Ain't no more off days, my crib look like a mall Fired the stylist, went and bought a big and tall Niggas still scheming, we sliding on the mall! I remember picking watermelons Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million! If I die tonight I know I'm coming back nigga Reincarnated: big black fat nigga! I bow my head, I pray to God Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord! If I die today, on the highway to heaven Can I let my top down in my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic 400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200 Fuck your investigation, started my elevation Cherry red 911 straight to my destination Mayweather got a fight, make me some reservations Knew I flew private nigga, strapped with no hesitations Boochie Boochie money long, he got 20 cars Graduated from them blocks, now it's stocks and bonds Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show They know a nigga's name, they know a nigga's strong Fuck wit me! I bow my head, I pray to God Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord! If I die today, on the highway to heaven Can I let my top down in my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic 400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200 Fuck your insinuation, work come from Venezuela Love me some skinny bitches, fat boy just 'bout his paper Hustle while niggas gossip, hating, that switch the topic Jump in my 911, 2 bricks in my compartment! She let me smell her pussy! I know you smell the money! Still smell the gunpowder 911: 100 miles and running I bow my head, I pray to God Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord! If I die today, on the highway to heaven Can I let my top down in my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? I bow my head, I pray to God Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord! If I die today, on the highway to heaven Can I let my top down in my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911?