Lyrical Breakdown of It's On (Ft. Noah, Jiggolo) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "It's On (Ft. Noah, Jiggolo)" 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 "It's On (Ft. Noah, Jiggolo)" 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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I be sounding, I be making love to the mic We finger-fucking the booth, hahaha Uh, word You know I speak from my heart like my mouth in my chest It's the South to the West, Suave House at it's best Went from crumbs to bricks, lay down, to other shit Respect the game, true, behind the Southern hits The fam tight-knit now, still light shit down Noah, Gillie cartel, nigga, white wrists now Funny-shaped ice, uh, my money made twice Still pull guns, pimp hoes, rollerblade dice Still flip ones, ride spokes, razor blade white Still walk blocks, call shots, I'm living that life I'm the future of the South, uh, isn't that nice? Your combined units sold, I'm shipping that twice I plan to call your name when I'm given that right I'm a little more vocal on the internet site Until then, I'm living, cock sucked on a yacht Hopscotch, rolling rocks, Tyler sing the hook, come on Uh, it's on (It's on), we here (We here) Nothing to lose (Nope), no fear (No fear) We still standing (Uh-huh), they can't stand it (Uh-huh) Suave House too, just my family It's on (It's on), we here (We here) Nothing to lose (Nope), no fear (No fear) We still standing (Uh-huh), they can't stand it (Uh-huh) Suave House too, just my family Suave House booted out, all the sheisty thieves Now it's just icey sleeves and nice MCs The youngest in the pack, still running with the gat You know Shyne and Bird Bath still bumping in the 'Lac Where you want these slugs, in the stomach or the back? Bad contracts, but I'm still coming for a plaque I suggest y'all niggas start covering your hat Raw sliding through the front, I'm covering the back Covered with the black, bubbling the crack, hustling the daps Clubbing with the rats, thugging for the scratch and the bucket Puffing on the batch, where my hustlers at? Noah The ladies remember the dimples Putting nipples on the windows of the limos Climb through the sunroof, y'all niggas want loot Give me another bad bitch that I can run through Decatur representing, fuck y'all, say the hook, ayy Uh, it's on (It's on), we here (We here) Nothing to lose (Nope), no fear (No fear) We still standing (Uh-huh), they can't stand it (Uh-huh) Suave House too, just my family It's on (It's on), we here (We here) Nothing to lose (Nope), no fear (No fear) We still standing (Uh-huh), they can't stand it (Uh-huh) Suave House too, just my family There's nobody flyer, nobody hotter, so It's only right I hold the torch and I provide the dope I give it to 'em raw, like that pure coke Turn me up and hear me bubble like that baking soda Ugh, but niggas, they scared of it They close, but can't see me like some impaired cousins Blind to the fact, nigga, I'm buzzing My whole clique with me and niggas'll man up We one clique, with one aim We get bread, we do thangs You can play with us if you wanna Try us like the drug game, you sure to be a goner My bitch with me and the chick stay on one I'll bust at your feet and watch you do the Jackie Joner Cursing, curse me, but hurt me never Chevy same color Hershey, heavy on the pedal, like Uh, it's on (It's on), we here (We here) Nothing to lose (Nope), no fear (No fear) We still standing (Uh-huh), they can't stand it (Uh-huh) Suave House too, just my family It's on (It's on), we here (We here) Nothing to lose (Nope), no fear (No fear) We still standing (Uh-huh), they can't stand it (Uh-huh) Suave House too, just my family