Lyrical Breakdown of 22. Hustlin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "22. Hustlin" 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 "22. Hustlin" 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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Every day, I'm hustlin', hustlin', hustl- Hustlin', hustlin', hustl- Hustlin', hustlin', hustl- Hustlin', hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin' Every day I'm-, every day I'm-, every day I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm-, every day, I'm-, every day, I'm hustlin' Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I'm the fuckin' boss 745, white-on-white, that's fuckin' Ross I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (what?) I keep 'em comin' back (what?), we keep 'em comin' back I'm into distribution, I'm like Atlantic I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic (woo!) I know Pablo (Pablo), Noriega (Noriega) The real Noriega, he owe me a hundred favors (chuuch) I ain't petty, nigga, we buy the whole thang See, most of my niggas really still deal cocaine My roof back (roof back), my money right (my money right) I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like When they snatched Black, I cried for a hundred nights He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes Every day, I'm hustlin', e-every day, I'm hustl- Every day, I'm hustlin', e-every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm- every day, I'm We never steal cars, but we deal hard Whip it real hard, whip it-whip it real hard I caught a charge (you caught a charge?), I caught a charge (yeah?) Whip it real hard, whip it-whip it real hard Ain't 'bout no funny shit, still bitches and business I'm on my money shit, still whippin' them Benzes (woo) Major league, who catchin'? Because I'm pitchin' (I'm pitchin') Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finished I feed 'em steroids to strengthen up all my chickens (my chickens) They flyin' over-Pacific, to be specific Triple C's, you know it's fact, we holdin' sacks So nigga, go on, rat (go on, rat), run and tell 'em that (tell 'em that) More cars (more cars), more hoes (more hoes) More clothes (more clothes), more blow Every day, I'm hustlin', e-every day, I'm hustl- Every day, I'm hustlin', e-every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm- every day, I'm It's time to spend my thrills (thrills), custom spinnin' wheels (wheels) I ain't drove in a week, them bitches spinnin' still (still) Talk about me, 'cause these suckers scared to talk about me Killers chalkin' 'bout me (what? Chalkin'), it ain't no talk about me (what? It ain't no talk about me) It ain't no walkin' 'round me (it ain't no walkin' 'round me), see all these killers 'round me? Lot of drug-dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County (woah) Don't tote no (22's), Magnum cost me (22) Sat it on them (22's), birds go for (22) Lil' mama super thick (thick), she say she (22) She seen 'em (22's), we in Room (222) I touch work, like I'm Convertible Burt (Burt) I got distribution, so I'm convertin' the work (work) In the (M-I-yayo) them niggas rich off (yayo) Steady slangin' (yayo), my Chevy bangin' (ayo) Every day, I'm hustlin', e-every day, I'm hustl- Every day, I'm hustlin', e-every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin' Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm- every day, I'm