Lyrical Breakdown of Kyrie - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Kyrie" 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 "Kyrie" 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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DP on the beat
Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y'all sell dope
So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it's Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I'm standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Steven Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain't hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the manor talk
The junkies they hit 'em like a canon ball
Don't nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches know it's us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy's hands in the air
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it's Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I'm standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the route
Everything is diamond, can't cop in a drought
I'm breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grutman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that's my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Pizza Hut and now I'm talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain't too many hoes I haven't done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I'm number one for real
Benz running and I'm sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it's Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I'm standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter's up
He hit a bystander which didn't matter much
And then I ate that pussy like it's Captain Crunch
We cruising La Brea like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you'll meet the exorcist
If you're ever in debt then you'll be the deficit
In the oval office and I'm iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it's Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I'm standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work