Lyrical Breakdown of 800 Karats - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "800 Karats" 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 "800 Karats" 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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I know they don't like me, niggas say I think I'm arrogant I can't bring my Philly niggas with me, they like terrorists (Brrt) Pop out, I got twenty bitches with me and I'm sharin' 'em That is not my lady, ho my baby, she my surrogate Gave her twenty racks, she like, "Period" Pussy cracked, super wet like a Aquarius I asked her what's her sign, and she said, "Meek, a Sagittarius I told you twenty times, this pussy makin' you delirious" I'm serious, they cannot figure where he is They cannot figure how I built this shit up like the pyramids I figure-four a model bitch (Yеah) For an experiencе Was in an SEL, that bitch be growlin', fast and furious (Woo) I got everything, for real These niggas know how I came, for real Fuck me once, she came, for real Fuck me twice, I came Chanel I do not like rappin' with these rappers, they be playin', for real And I do not be playin', for real I came with niggas that came to kill, on gang (M-M—) This the biggest (Huh) This the biggest (Huh) This the biggest (M-M—) Fisher island, I drop the top, I got two bitches smilin' (Hahaha) Get a pilot, I'm takin' off, I'm talkin' different mileage Mozambique, hit up my dawg, we diggin' for some diamonds Me and Meek got all in on tellers who look the brightest (Woo) Bitches slide, won't come back (Huh) Just to come give me they neck (Huh) I just play with finesse, then I tell 'em what's next I'm as rich as they come, I'ma get me some checks (Boss) I could live on the run, I got cribs on the West (Maybach Music) I'm the best where I'm from 'cause I did it the best All the bodies that we done done, know that come with respect (Huh) Get a dog check, woo, get a dog check, woo I put some money on you niggas, pray to God, yes In the Mecca, I'm David Beckham, better say your lecture All the livin', I'm goin' extra, makin' sure it's epic Goldman Sachs, I never asked, but you gon' respect it Rohan Marley, I'm smokin' godly, pettin' on my leopard I don't fuck with YouTubers Still do cocaine manuevers All you could've been records Druski know who the ruthless I get praise like a Buddhist Long as yayo keep movin' Brick of lab in my two-seater lookin' like it's a movie (Ah)