Lyrical Breakdown of Blk & Wht - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Blk & Wht" 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 "Blk & Wht" 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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Young nigga black, but he selling white Young nigga black, but he selling white Mmm, hmmmm Wanna gain it all, but you gon' lose your life Young nigga black, but he selling white Young nigga black, but he selling white Nigga crib so big, it's a damn shame Nigga sellin' white for a gold chain I've been trained to go since a young nigga stepped off the porch Catch me in the kitchen, kilo, hey bring the fork I've been trying to hold it down but these niggas living so foul Running out on niggas intent of knocking ya down Bang - your window shattered like it never mattered You moving weight, your pockets getting fatter It's politics when it come to sticks Ski mask and glove, nigga want a brick My money funny, but you gotta love it High heel thugging in Magic City, these bitches fucking Your homie doing taxes and they still call it fraud I'm in and out of traffic, still moving hard Young nigga black, but he selling white Young nigga black, but he selling white 20 grand a night if you can get it right Young nigga sitting in the Benz and it's white on white Young nigga black, but he selling white Young nigga black, but he selling white 20 grand a night if you can get it right Young nigga sitting in the Benz and it's white on white Take a look at me, I'm trapping No excuses, I'm stacking, talking hundred on top of hundred Them 100 making the magic blow A hundred in a day, a hundred different ways Rich nigga, bitch, put a hundred in my grave Make my headstone read "head of MMG" That's another hundred mil, really, you can come and see Forbes.com, I'm the Teflon Don Too close to a nigga as a motherfucking bomb Trayvon Martin, I'm never missing my target Bitch niggas hating, tell me it's what I'm parking Wingstop owner, lemon pepper aroma Young, black nigga, barely got a diploma Young nigga black, but he selling white Young nigga black, but he selling white 20 grand a night if you can get it right Sitting in the Phantom and it's white on white Young nigga black, but he selling white Young nigga black, but he selling white 20 grand a night if you can get it right Young nigga sitting in the Benz and it's white on white Showing 'til the day I die, I'mma look up at the sky Young trap star, reap, the world is mine Procedeing with my grind like police is on my line Instagramming shit for all the teachers I despised Never saw my vision, you only saw me suspended Now my white bitches be fucking me 'til I'm winded Breathe, breathe, young nigga, breathe If your ass wasn't rapping, what would you be? Young nigga black, but he selling white Young nigga black, but he selling white Mmm, hmmmm Wanna gain it all, but you gon' lose your life Young nigga black, but he selling white Young nigga black, but he selling white Nigga crib so big, it's a damn shame Nigga sellin' white for a gold chain