Lyrical Breakdown of Scientology - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Scientology" 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 "Scientology" 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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Welcome to the Scientology of Hip Hop Where you must sign a life long contract as well Welcome You're so lucky to grow and age Lucky to go insane, they say they spotted some cancer Mucus built on your brain But you tell me to keep on praying Really this is a blessing, many been long and gone Family your true possessions, admit I made some mistakes Can't blame it on adolescence, so infected with greed Having something to see I was running in circles and it was right next to me This must have been God's wishes Cause all my friends went to prison Nothing like Bryan Williams but when they come home I kiss em Hold on, give me a second refreshing my recollection Labels, we playing chess Nothing I'm not contesting You niggas is stupid thinking Craig Kallman won't send his shooters They've been robbing for years, no fear to blow out your noodles Looking at B.I.G and Pac imagining all the profits A fiend sitting at home Picture me rolling out and no royalties in the pocket Who really is there to blame? Each man feed a man, children we get a gang Scientology prophets you better stay in your lane Let me roll up some green This game is economics I pray you go back to college All I'm seeing is bitches so queens go back to Hollis Made it without a father my mother did I acknowledge Know a crooked attorney, last name Sotomayer I'm breaching these contracts preachers and gun claps Smoking that Mike Dean until my lungs collapse Bun B and Action Bronson, I'm seeing no colors If you with me, you with me I'ma ride for my brother Honor and pride put the salaries aside There's lead in the water put your prayers in the sky Respect me as a man as you look into my eye Let's address if there's gon' be no problems down the line See Confederate flags but I got a flag of mine Yeah, yeah I got a flag of mine! Yeah, bang we can do it then! I got that money from Lil Wayne lets do it yeah