Lyrical Breakdown of What A Shame - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What A Shame" 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 "What A Shame" 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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What a shame, what a shame Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga This is it, boy Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, haaaan Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it, haaaan When my dogs getting high getting rich, haaaan And a nigga rich, haaaan Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga Beamer on the Boulevard, everybody know it's me Bordeaux Polo, smoke a ton of weed No room for nonsense, you under new ownership Pulling niggas' cards, giving shooters bonuses Fuck the rumors, now I'm standing in a room with ya Face, gut, buck 50, got two pistols We the knights of the templar Born dopeboy, oh, I should've been stopped Def Jam see me as a threat now Hundred mill, any less is a let down This is it, boy Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, haaaan Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it, haaaan When my dogs getting high getting rich, haaaan And a nigga rich, haaaan Full magazine, bitch, shoot for the stars Snatch a nigga chain just for posing on the blog Assassinate a name, nigga spraying in the dark Hate you with a passion, but he asking for a job Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga Getting money while them other boys bitter I'm an artist and my niggas are the realest What a shame pussy niggas wear glitter Put to sleep by the pillowcase killer Black Benz, black weed, black bottle, nigga Rich, dirty niggas still mobbing, nigga This is it, boy Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, haaaan Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it, haaaan When my dogs getting high getting rich, haaaan And a nigga rich, haaaan