Lyrical Breakdown of Dead Last - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dead Last" 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 "Dead Last" 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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Fuck love, I don't need to give you my heart, don't bleed it And that shit you pulled that time, we ain't gon' talk on neither I'm super loyal, niggas cross me, I go off on people And you wonder why I don't call on people, nah, for real Yeah, yeah Over my dead body Ain't just, "Fuck you," it's "Fuck everybody" Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it It hurt me worser when I act like I don't care about it They was talkin' to them hoes and I'm aware about it Oh, yeah Said my peace and I got nothin' left to say about it Oh, yeah Niggas talk behind my back, I'm aware about it Act like I don't care about it Never show my hand, what they be sayin' 'bout us Never show the 'Gram how we be playin' 'cause I don't care about it Chopper to the bully, when we land, that chopper near by us Nigga be tryna stand by us, just to get they level up He hit the baddest bitch he had in his life, was standin' next to us I can't even blame him, he get high-key on his camera up 'Cause I been really havin' it my way, this shit for regular She fuckin' niggas that's regular, I had to cut her off My money ain't even regular, couldn't even fuck her raw And she know how I'm comin', she cum every time I fuck her hard But every time I nut, it just be somethin' I don't trust at all Fuck niggas, they'll try treat me like the underdog 'Til I pulled up on 'em in some shit like a three-hundred ball Act like you don't fuck with us You know that we don't fuck with y'all And we can stand on that 'til when our mothers pull that cover off Pussy (Yeah, yeah) Over my dead body Ain't just, "Fuck you," it's "Fuck everybody" Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it It hurt me worser when I act like I don't care about it They was talkin' to them hoes and I'm aware about it Oh, yeah Said my peace and I got nothin' left to say about it (Uh, yes) Oh, yeah Teterboro, pretty girl, she wanna see the world Shed a tear, ready to kill, just give me the word Free the Lord, I say a prayer because it mean a lot Killin' niggas by landslide, it never even out Homicides all in my eyes as long as I'm alive Birkin bags stuffed full of hundreds, now let's count 'em out Movin' on, niggas, they will do you wrong Want a war? Little boy, you better move your mom Headshot, please, Lord, forgive me when I air it out (Brrt) Paid the killers to stay quiet, really say a lot Dead and gone, if we brothers, then we better bond If I never said, "I love you," I must've said it wrong Sellin' dubs when we wasn't sellin' much (Woo) When we was, we gave each other Michael Rubin hugs I may have let you beat me to a watch (Huh) But I'll never let you beat me to the top Yeah, yeah Over my dead body Ain't just, "Fuck you," it's "Fuck everybody" Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it It hurt me worser when I act like I don't care about it They was talkin' to them hoes and I'm aware about it Oh, yeah Said my peace and I got nothin' left to say about it Oh, yeah Sometimes, I wake up like, "Fuck everybody" Every thotty that you always see in every party Every nigga sleepin' on me talkin' petty 'bout me I'm your worst nightmare and you's a Freddy body Little homie serial, he on his seventh body BM on some shit, still like that new seven body I'ma ball 'til I fall, bitch could never guard me Comin' short, that ain't no joke and you can't Kevin Hart me Niggas think they ridin' dirty, but they movin' very sloppy Got me out here on the North, this shitty very oppy Got me way up in the hills, signal very choppy Pussy very wappy, got a nigga jewelry shopping Scoop her in a Sunday, in a cream whip, then she cherry top me Then got right back to it, bitch could never stop me I should not be taken lightly, I'm a heavy topic And broke hoes always trippin', but it's never tropic The Spanish mamis say, "I like you talkin' heavy, papi" New Pharrell Louis V with the leather floppies Pull up to the valet with the engine revin', papi Tellin' 'em, "Be easy, this a foreign, not a Chevy, papi" Middle finger up like a Tupac picture Middle finger up, up for who not with you Yeah, yeah Over my dead body Ain't just, "Fuck you," it's "Fuck everybody" Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it It hurt me worser when I act like I don't care about it They was talkin' to them hoes and I'm aware about it Oh, yeah Said my peace and I got nothin' left to say about it Oh, yeah