Lyrical Breakdown of Movin Bass (ft. Jay-Z) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Movin Bass (ft. Jay-Z)" 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 "Movin Bass (ft. Jay-Z)" 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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Ross is a real boss, cause real bosses don't go to jail feel what I'm saying? So that's what I want y'all to know, you know what I mean? As far as like his thinking patterns you know what I mean? You know I admire y'all The way y'all think you know what I'm saying? And I also admire that I was apart of that foundation from day one You know y'all was the good homies Y'all took the baton and ran with it The thing is that I was working towards was The empire is what I was working towards And y'all took the baton and ran with it so its nothing but love man Anything y'all need me to do from behind these walls, I'mma do it You know what I'm saying, without no question The pop wars, temp rises, a hot boy Is the fat boy, skinny ties Don't empty mine nigga Tall ceilings, chandeliers, I'm authentic Gettin' long money, short winded Lets go and get it nigga Bang bang, bitch niggas caught drinkin' chase Roll that double M, get shot and your finger waves Twenty chickens watchin' and I still be movin' that base Gave a job to the children you scared to raise Chain swangin', name rangin' Shots fired, same nigga We movin' weight I'm at a different pace I'm out in Haïti with my lady screamin' "n'ap boule" I'm hard to kill, Dade county, Versace Neil Fourteen for that tattoo worth that dollar bill Only one man got the combination to the safe Grammy nominated once, but I'm still moving base See them plaques on a nigga wall We still movin' bass Got them records jumpin' off the store We still movin' bass Copper tried to knock us off We still movin' bass Haters throwin' shots through a niggas door And we still movin' bass Fallin' from the sky, the money bad the bigger Angels tatted all on me, pray for a lord sinner Rolls Royce Corniche, sweepin' me off my feet New bitches they by the fleet and we do em' all by the week Taz Angels just wanna chill, jewelers just wanna meet Weed man expnsive, three trips a week Misses just wanna freak, feds stay up the street Know they tellin' us close so we leak what we wanna leak New mob, suit sharp, my suit Farrahkhan In the house of the lord, my niggas bearin' arms His eyes wide, nose runny got what he fiendin' for I'm movin' base, we outta state you know my speakers low Put the pistol to your mouth now show me to the safe Grammy nominated once, but I'm still movin' bass See them plaques on a nigga wall We still movin' bass Got them records jumpin' off the store We still movin' bass Copper tried to knock us off We still movin' bass Haters throwin' shots through a niggas door And we still movin' bass You see the plaques on the wall but the yayo still in the spot See me cousin off to college, I see that it costs a lot Tallons fillin' the jammy, Miami still in my heart Niggas playin' the corner, guess their playin' their part Early coppin' the coupes, ladies stay on our feet Your brother went to duplex Smell the dope from across the street Hoodies come in all flavors, all black if you think you sweet Arabs sellin' grenades by the box, you'll get it cheap Schoolin' the little niggas, kilos all in the campus A passport is necessary visa with all the rubbers I beef with all of the red cappers Head to the shop for some tobacco (blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka!) BR-80 just a plus don't mention the dust R-O-C double M kill anything we touch See them plaques on a nigga wall We still movin' bass Got them records jumpin' off the store We still movin' bass Copper tried to knock us off We still movin' bass Haters throwin' shots through a niggas door And we still movin' bass