Lyrical Breakdown of Go To Hell - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Go To Hell" 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 "Go To Hell" 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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These are the things I can do without, come on I'm talking to you, come on Dope boy excellence They gave you life- Elevation Uh (Cool & Dre) And in return, you gave them- Big blunts, dope boys wanna smoke with me (uh) Now we ride double M's through the whole city (huh) Niggas talkin' down, but they hoes feel me A nine figure nigga, all I wanna talk is business (facts) I seen a big mouth get a closed casket Self made, took over the whole racket A kilo after kilo, see who move the most Two hundred foot yacht, she wanna see the coast (woo) You can't be chasin' money with the wrong approach (no) Commas only comin' once you got a coach (huh) I'm the Walt Frazier, that's for all ages (ha) The Don Shula, shooter nigga, tall lasers (brrt) Bitch boys run to social media (woo) Rich nigga, name in Wikipedia (boss) If I fuck her once, she wanna fuck me twice (huh) All the real niggas clique up, let's get rich tonight (uh) Only the real recognize real (oh) Give me somethin' I can feel, so I know that it's real (hey) This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace Uh I put fifty on her wrist to make her nastier I'm doin' numbers on these niggas, it ain't no passin' us Bad bitch suckin' it out me, Count Dracula Whole gang with me on a twenty passenger Kraft with us, at the table eatin' crabs with us Labels callin' everyday to get some cash to us 'Member when they thought I wasn't smart, they tried to laugh at us But I still catch 'em at the door Like "Give them Pateks up" (Give that shit up) Laugh now, cry later, play it cool, slide later, I know I'm gon' die later On a corner, a four pound, two dollars, some now, laters I'm a real life survivor, them people was tryna fade us Lil' shorty with me fine, she look like Sanaa Lathan I don't get her what she want, and she turn into a cry baby Bye baby, I be out of time, baby If they catch us on a date, you blowin' up like a bomb, baby I made twenty mill' last month, you better make up yo' mind, baby You can do anything you want, just don't get out of line, baby I'm doin' anything I want, I'm havin' lunch with Tom Brady Talkin' 'bout his girl problems I can't lie, I related, only real recognize the real I was so deep up in the field, I know how he feel I ain't make it to the NFL, but shit, I'm Meek Mill And every time they see me fail, shit, I prevail Every time I rap, it sound like I'm talkin' in gold And I'll never sell my soul Only the real recognize real (oh) Give me somethin' I can feel, so I know that it's real (hey) This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace Uh, yes My niggas got indicted, couple made it back (uh) Once you seen a hundred, then you made a stack (yes) I'm coppin' real estate like I'm still slangin' crack I left Def Jam once I made the max (woo) Look at how I'm livin', jugglin' the raps I told the record labels "You can keep the plaques" (huh) Choppers in the car, it ain't no need for masks (brrt) I do it how I do it with my evil ass M-m-maybach Music Only the real recognize real (oh) Give me somethin' I can feel, so I know that it's real (hey)