Lyrical Breakdown of Let Go - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Let Go" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Tech N9ne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Let Go" 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 Tech N9ne 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 Tech N9ne's narrative.

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Struggle make you humble as a motherfucka, hungry as a motherfucka Perception is a bitch but the truth is a motherfucka Tired of you motherfuckas, tired as a motherfucka Ready to load a clip and get to bustin' in this motherfucka Lately I've been on some other type of shit Tryin' to find some light in this, searchin' for enlighten-shit Exorcising demons every evening I been fighting with Yard full of broken bottles, fighting not to take a swallow Fully loaded clip I'm 'bout to flip and get to dumpin' hollows Now everybody excited and I'm ready I'ma die to win Head first I'm diving in, anybody fuck a friend A word with no meanin', so I'm plottin' and schemin' I'm so done with this dreamin', dyin' slow and barely breathing Ain't no future in this bullshit, rappin' or the street life Carvin' my intestines, and deception is the dull knife Switchin' my direction want perfection and a new life High prices on the blow (let go) So it's hard to get dough (let go) Tried to run up in my pad Trying to hit me for my cash So I dm-dm-dm (had to let go) Sick and tired of this shit (let go) Old homie turned snitch (let go) Homies brought it to the light Redded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go) G shit my jeans ripped My homies hold double XL magazine clip The heat spit like loose teeth The kid kick like Bruce Lee Y'all false as Bloods that bleed Crip on that weak shit I'm 2-3 ballin' but I peep shit This for anybody that say that I'm on some sweet shit This is for the Darrein is just too R&B shit This one for the money cause y'all always on some free shit I'm from the city with a system of poverty I've seen my homies go from ride or die to a rivalry I've seen these hoes loyalty turn into a robbery Like God can you please let these hoes with more honesty But trust me I tried it before They say my city on fire like the devil horn I been talkin' to God he don't hear me though Sometimes I just wonder should I let it go High prices on the blow (let go) So it's hard to get dough (let go) Tried to run up in my pad Trying to hit me for my cash So I dm-dm-dm (had to let go) Sick and tired of this shit (let go) Old homie turned snitch (let go) Homies brought it to the light Redded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go) Everybody hungry Every night we on three Aaron fight the Fahrenheit of very trifling homies When they staring right before me like they care But they parasites and only wanna rare bite of millionaire Rice-A-Roni! On yo nose, the flare light is there like a Hongi Lead your layered life to lonely Nigga you best leave my premises You don't wanna be my nemesis I'ma put it on the B.I.B.L.E. (Die!) Then I read my Genesis Nigga I train and I train for when they aim for my change At the range ain't a thang they know my name and it's Strange Leave your brains on the terrain dead if he came for the games Not to explain but me and my dame keep a thang and it bangs! Ekk ket ket ket ket ket pooh pooh pdddit nigga Taking the living to necro They never knew Missouri killas would be hillbillies like Jethro, Bodine, slept slow, codeine I'm so mean like Destro And I got the green like a gecko And I'ma never let go of it! I been High prices on the blow (let go) So it's hard to get dough (let go) Tried to run up in my pad Trying to hit me for my cash So I dm-dm-dm (had to let go) Sick and tired of this shit (let go) Old homie turned snitch (let go) Homies brought it to the light Redded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go)