Lyrical Breakdown of Fascinated - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Fascinated" 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 "Fascinated" 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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Such a cloudy day, uh Help me' Lord Yeah Oh, Lord Oh, Lord Hold ya head, nigga Hold ya head, nigga Lord, Lord Oh, Lord What's a hundred grand to a young nigga? My dog doin' twenty as a young nigga I'm prayin' for his son, he's a young nigga Strapped with my gun as a young nigga Hundred round' nigga, hangin' out a Chevrolet (Huh) Just a young nigga tryna see my fuckin' pay (Ahh) My daddy caught a bus, never lookin' back Got me standin' in the rain, first fifty pack (Woo) It's never been the same, now I'm gettin' stacks Tattooed names on a nigga back (Black) Rest in peace, nigga, to my lil' niggas ('Nut) Rest in peace, dyin' as a lil' nigga (P-Nut) Buried like a soldier, he's a true nigga (P-Nut) Throw the flag on his casket, he's a true nigga (P-Nut) You pussy niggas talkin' like you knew niggas Young niggas, y'all some new niggas Candy paint fascinate a young nigga (Huh) Gold watches fascinate a young nigga (Huh) Fine bitches fascinate a young nigga (Yeah) They just wanna assassinate a young nigga (Woo) They wanna give you five (Five), wanna give you ten (Ten) Fifteen (Fifteen), send you back again (Damn) Gave my dog life, said he was a killa (Killa) Conspiracy for me 'cause I run with dealers (Whoa) Gave a nigga thirty, he converted Muslim (Inshallah) Top down, nigga, got them bitches lookin' (Inshallah) Real nigga, Gs on my belt buckle (Huh) Huggin' on my mama 'cause niggas don't love ya (I love ya) Cold pistol, nigga, cold bullets (I love ya) Shout out to my dog, he gon' pull it I put that on my soul, that's on everythang I put that on my soul, that's on everythang (Maybach Music) Candy paint fascinate a young nigga (Huh) TV fascinate a young nigga (Huh) Yella hoes fascinate a young nigga Hey, hey I be cryin' in my car, nigga Nightmares of dyin' in my car, nigga (I ain't lyin') I just wanna stack my meatloaf I just wanna keep my heat close (I got it) I heard a nigga killed his self I heard a nigga killed his self I'ma ride 'til it's all gone Uh, I'ma ride 'til it's all gone Rest in peace to the trill Rest in peace to the real Straight from me, nigga will And believe me, a nigga will Oh Maybach Music Oh Whoa I know you goin' through some thangs, nigga I got chills goin' up my arm My nigga gone Pussy nigga, I'm independent Pussy nigga, I want every pendant Keep your business, keep your phones, nigga I'm tryna do my own, nigga Keep them pussy-boys from 'round me, nigga (Oh Lord) Keep all pussy-boys from 'round me, nigga (Please, Jesus) Keep all pussy-boys from 'round me, nigga (Please, Jesus) I'm scared, these pussy-boys surroundin', nigga I'm so real, I'm so real I'm so real, I'm so real I feel alone, nigga, all alone (I'm so alone) I feel alone, nigga, all alone Candy paint fascinate a young nigga (Young nigga) Gold watches fascinate a young nigga (I got 'em all) Fine bitches fascinate a young nigga (I want 'em all) They just wanna assassinate a young nigga What's a hundred grand to a young nigga? My dog doin' twenty as a young nigga I'm prayin' for his son, he's a young nigga Strapped with my gun as a young nigga Candy paint fascinate a young nigga Gold watches fascinate a young nigga Fine bitches fascinate a young nigga They just wanna assassinate a young nigga