Lyrical Breakdown of Ice Cold - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ice Cold" 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 "Ice Cold" 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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She fell in love with a dope boy Black diamonds on the neck of that dope boy Big by the Benz for that dope boy Love every tattoo on that dope boy She shares tears for that dope boy Shit, it is what it is for that dope boy Handle minor biz for that dope boy But the reward is major, so on and so forth She can tell you by the greyhound She can show you how to stay down I can tell you 'bout to break down VS1's all in my bitch, watch face now? Straight G's for your low esteem 8 P's for the whole team As I run away from my obituary Walking in the shit, that'll get you buried Miami's mine like I'm Pat Riley Baselines shoot at niggas, act wisely Get the picture, niggas getting richer now Living next to bitches, out on Fisher Isle Down from Oprah, Don King, and Sosa Come to the coca, cállate la boca They let shit slide when my nigga won't Remember God forgives and them triggers don't Aw baby it's just hExplainow it goes Can't feel it but I know you know Cause I keep it on the outside of you, girl And I keep it on the outside of you, girl And I'm reaping just what I sow My heart's beating but it still stay froze And ya'll waiting on the inside for me, girl And ya'll waiting on the inside for me, girl Arms wide open (It's warm in here) She fell in love with the lifestyle Paper tag now her neck all iced out Lear jets to the fights now Belagio crap table with the dice out Floor seats at the Heat game Her bag 20 grand, nigga, peep game South beach making love on the rooftop Fucking to the rhythm, got her singing like she Jill Scott I'm just a nigga with a attitude Earning revenue through different avenues One of my soldiers died in Attica Anything other than a ride is out of character Top down and it feels right I could tell you what a dope boy feels like I could tell you that he never sleeps He may smile but it's never sweet Swisha burning at his fingertips Tears on the inside but they never drip God forgives and the courts don't Sneaking an appeal when the courts won't Aw baby it's just hExplainow it goes Can't feel it but I know you know Cause I keep it on the outside of you, girl And I keep it on the outside of you, girl And I'm reaping just what I sow My heart's beating but it still stay froze And ya'll waiting on the inside for me, girl And ya'll waiting on the inside for me, girl Arms wide open (It's warm in here)