Lyrical Breakdown of Crocodile Python - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Crocodile Python" 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 "Crocodile Python" 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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Closest ones to me want to see me in a box My son's mother don't know when or where to start All the years that I known her, trick never had a job Unemployed that'll get a bitch depressed But unlike them other boys she watched me kill em with finesse I took a turn puy boy pick up a book and learn Have your ass in a church before I end the verse Rims on the whip got it looking hypnotic Stuffing money in my pockets as you nias watching Crocodile python all my ice on And ain't nobody fking with me while the mics on She so ecstatic when I fk her with the lights on I feel the same when my nias send the kites home, damn () Why they want to stick me for my paper They want the deeds to my fruit of labor Every time I turn around Lawsuits put a lean on a king crown Ten million was the last check Devil on the deal, the nia death in debt They want to own every thing I own They sends drones to survey my home Suits designed to protect my wealth Bloody Glock 40 to protect myself (2) Cubans on my neck looking like a python On the couches I'm the one they got their eyes on Skip your name know they want to know your tax bracket Tell em that you with me and the puy's automatic I paid dues in these streets I gave so much I got nothing to lose in these streets Family asked me am I in Illumanti Beat twenty cases like John Gotti White man fear a nia with a free mind And if you disagree tell him that he can free mine Took my Rolex and gave me an ankle monitor So many angles these haters'll start popping up Renounced my citizen and move to Singapore Couple tax breaks all accounts offshore (Repeat) (3) She fell in love with the flow, such a beautiful stroke Fascinated allegation kilo grams of that coke Roll with 25 and never knew his social number Mac 11 for that Gucci belt to go up under Black man's pride, see it in my eyes Fayette county prosecutor want to take a nia house So much disdain for the police Clan rally nias swing from them old trees Wood wheel in the Wraith and the skinny ties Crocodile python seats and the carbon fiber Hot boy stash box and the gas tank Man of leisure to the top I took the staircase (Repeat)