Lyrical Breakdown of Hella Smoke - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hella Smoke" 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 "Hella Smoke" 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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As I swim up the Nile River, shawty so wet Ah, 24-karat, uh I really feel I was put here to do somethin' special So let me paint this picture, yo (Maybach Music) Cop pullin' me over, prayin', there's hella smoke (damn) Lookin' at my set of rims, assume I'm sellin' dope Berry Gordy at 40, it's time to share my notes Opus, in and out of traps like a set of loafers (boss) I tell you, big homie, if you threw me the most (salute) Truly the GOAT 'cause I float like Julio Jones Student of poems, hungry, the food in my palms Weed in my lungs, lemon pepper, then move it along (huh) I just wanna turn your very life around (shout it) Livin' lavish, have you married in the Eiffel Tower (let's get it) Time to touch you slow, and beef up your allowance (ah) Rather die a king than live a fu-in' coward (boss) Born into beans, now position of power (huh) Move you out the flats, now up in the mountains For every couple tats, I got an accountant Restaurant, racecars, bullet, bus, and a bouncer (bah) What you doin', fat boy? Hella smoke, hella smoke I'm in the Rolls-Royce, and I'm blowin' hella smoke Hella smoke, hella smoke I'm in the double R, and we blowin' hella smoke Hella smoke, hella smoke Just caught a long flight, time to blow some hella smoke Sex all night got us feelin' successful (yes) So sentimental, this time we invested (made it, baby) I told you, "Keep it real", now we the winnin' team (mwah) Meant anythin', otherwise that I would intervene And I would leave the very day you wasn't feelin' me A rich ni-a, but you can't pay for the chemistry (ah) Hand in hand like Missy Elliot and Timothy (Timbo) Ambulance 'cause these fake ni-as really killin' me (baow) Eight-figure ni-a, who could ever dream? (Boss) Never sold his soul with so much self-esteem (ha-ha-ha) Hangin' out a racecar when I became a meme (uh) Hella smoke, I take a knee before I roll the weed (boss, Maybach Music) Uh, hella weed, hella weed Tryna crack the window, uh Hella smoke, hella smoke In the Rolls-Royce, and I'm blowin' hella smoke Hella smoke, hella smoke I'm in the double R, and I'm blowin' hella smoke Hella smoke, hella smoke My homie came home, time to blow some hella smoke Hella smoke, hella smoke Time to blow some hella smoke (uh) I made it this far without lookin' in the rearview This is what the real do Always make sure I'm gon' eat And all my ni-as get a meal too Blowin' pounds of that medical I put it down 'cause I'm tryna come up Ni-a, we grind 'til the sun's up Ain't into doin' it if it ain't fun Never said it'd be easy, gotta work for it if you really want it Wake up early, gettin' to the money Fixin' breakfast for my son, smoke a J to keep me calm 'Cause the world is crazy, ni-as trippin' lately My girl told me in her country ni-as killin' babies I work hard every day, and that's the difference You take gratification that's instant over real experience And that's the reason I stay to myself It's just me and my ni-as Smokin' thousand dollar weed, cigarettes in the villa (M-M-Maybach Music) Ha-ha-ha, gang, gang Hella kush, hella kush Everywhere that I go, I smoke hella kush You know? Hella smoke, hella smoke I'm in the Rolls-Royce, and I'm blowin' hella smoke Hella smoke, hella smoke I'm in the double R, and we blowin' hella smoke (M-M-Maybach Music)