Lyrical Breakdown of Ten Jesus Pieces - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ten Jesus Pieces" 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 "Ten Jesus Pieces" 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, He's so honorable But living amongst thieves and niggas like myself You will not have that luxury I wake up excited, I made it through the night Things I did in the dark, will it ever see the light? My nerves should be a wreck, I got a bad chick She keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libs I think I'm a genius, hundred grand a fucking feature I do at least three a week, roll up the fucking reefer Went from Benihana to Bimini in Bahamas Ten chains, no luggage, I'm a big timer Niggas claim that they thugging when they dick-riding My niggas rather walk, do they own brick climbing On the block in my all white sneakers Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces Pray for me cause you know a nigga doing wrong My homie in the cell, so I had to write a poem Count mills for the times that we had it hard Asking for a hundred mill as I pray to God I do this for my niggas facing hard times Empty on them corners if you hustling part time Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties Rakim flows, coming from the Pharcyde Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives I pray for every soul that this music reaches Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces Young nigga coming up, they wanna gun you down Drinking vodka in the memory of my nigga, damn (I miss you Peanut) Riding real slow on them all golds (we had them nigga) Shopping for them Os when the mall close Repping for your homies when they all gone Get empowered then you put your dog on (Real shit) All black tees, ten gold chains At the Super Bowl, but we in the dope game Ten years strong in the same trap Ten years blowing on that strong pack Lord knows that I wanna live right But Lord knows what that Club Liv like (right) Forty dollar tab meaning forty grand Lil Wodie got it rolled up in a rubber band Holding on the forty in his other hand Ten chains on, smoking in the motherland I do this for my niggas facing hard times Empty on them corners if you hustling part time Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties Rakim flows, coming from the Pharcyde Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives I pray for every soul that this music reaches Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces I'm his poltergeist, niggas know I'm more than nice All these jewels on, all? I could see it in the sparkle cause it lackluster Black card maxed out, damn black brother White collar, black minded Chrome Smith and Wesson, back pocket Eight shot, bitch I'm a top shotta Screaming your affiliations, but that don't matter I'm flyin' first class as the snakes slither Never blackmail them, motherfucking killer On trial and they wanna execute me It's really sad, just the fact they never knew me True G to the core, feel my texture A true G keeps it raw in his lecture Keep it simple, white tee, new sneakers Dope boy style, ten Jesus pieces I do this for my niggas facing hard times Empty on them corners if you hustling part time Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties Rakim flows, coming from the Pharcyde Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives I pray for every soul that this music reaches Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces Versace shirt, Jesus laying on the chest Man I swear Big did it the best, I mean Nas did it fresh, Jay did it fresh, I mean Ye did it fresh, but man Big did it the best And I was so impressed that I went and got ten Now I'm stunting on these niggas cause I couldn't back then Rose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinum And I wear them all at once, I ain't trying to match them I remember bumping Mac 10 and that deuce in the corner Scraping up for a sandwich and a soda Now my strength is up and I'm dangling chains off my shoulders But no Jesus piece on mine, cause at times I feel ashamed For the reason that I rhyme And they say, because I'm Muslim I shouldn't think about the shine Or even put it in a rhyme It's better things I could talk about or put my money towards But for now, I'mma wear these ten chains and floss I do this for my niggas facing hard times Empty on them corners if you hustling part time Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties Rakim flows, coming from the Pharcyde Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives I pray for every soul that this music reaches Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces We untouchable Mi historia es complicada, pero al final del dia valio la pena, porque ahora estoy trabajando con el jefe Yo vivi en Colombia y vivi muchas cosas, me entiende? Vi muertes... vi muertes... vi cuerpos en las calles Sangrando despues del colegio Con 12, 13 años viendo estas cosas en la calle Y siempre queria venir para aqui otra vez, y me vine Y trabaje porque tenia otra mentalidad Y cuando llegue aca entendi mi proposito Hacer dinero, ser rico para siempre Dios perdona, yo no