Lyrical Breakdown of Super High - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Super High" 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 "Super High" 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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From my nigga Diddy view, I think I see his vision too Purple Rain over Central Park, chillin' with my goons Big Pops and Sades, Cirocs and Chardonnay My Cassie's sassy, so my penthouse my balloon We doin' it big, it's goin' down, 9/11 I'm doin' it big, pullin' up in a 911 I been tryna fuck for months, baby girl, it's now or never Got the condo on the beach, hope through our storms we shall weather We shinin' when it's pitch dark Yeah, this bitch a movie but this time I play a big part Fuck the marketing, look at what I'm accomplishin' I'm beatin' niggas by margins bigger than Fran Tarkenton All these cars, all these stars all around me (Super high) Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Ooh, ooh, ooh) 'Cause we are, we are super high Ooh yeah, ooh yeah (Bring your sexy ass here, baby) I wanna buy my bitch every bag And she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back I wanna take my bitch around the globe Hawaii, hand glidin' in the mountains, shittin' on these ho's Rare bottoms by the barrel Pop the Giuseppe tags like it's American Apparel 20, 000 up in Barneys, haters'll never harm me Rick Owens on me, bombers for my whole army Andele, andele, baby move fast She drop it down and bring it back, I like that I wanna buy my bitch every bag So she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back All these cars, all these stars all around me (Super high) Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Ooh, ooh, ooh) 'Cause we are, we are super high Ooh yeah, ooh yeah If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with the boss, take a look I'm super fly, I'm super high You gettin' yours? I'm gettin' mine Women of a caliber Only seen in magazines and calendars And I'm sitting with Miss October 'Cause my birthday's in October Strawberry and her rosé on I can see it in her eye and she wink and she toast me And later on we gonna mosey To a place less populated and get dirty If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with the boss, take a look Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me (Ooh, ooh, ooh) 'Cause we are, we are super high Ooh yeah, ooh yeah If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with the boss, take a look I'm super fly, I'm super high You gettin' yours? I'm gettin' mine What the hell are they yellin'? What the hell are they yellin'? (Super high) What the hell are they yellin'? What the hell are they yellin'? What the hell are they yellin'? What the hell are they yellin'? What the hell are they yellin'? (Super high)