Lyrical Breakdown of Hustle - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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We gotta hustle y'all We gotta hustle Lookin' to advance in this world that's monopolized so I utilize Careful not to jeopardize on my chances Some niggas pack 17 to stack their advances I had a couple of homies that went to Kansas and Colorado I never been one to follow I'm a lone desperado on the come up who rather sum up Siskel gets paid to sit down with his thumb up Asshole, watch cash flow Take a downfall when your shit not on the ball Who you gonna call? Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle First you see a flash and then you smell smoke Schmooche cat, controllin' the whole scene As my people choke, the hustle I want to be down and all off into it Like Russell Simmons, I like the women's The hers not the him, I pass l's to my bredren In my pocket stacks ends But I always find myself saying, please excuse me sir Place down your bottle I didn't mean to step upon your eypps throttle And get her overheated ready to be treated For the schmooche cat addiction affection To her state and being, I had her seeing triple visions Blue mountain tops and purple valley Wantin' to hang with her eypps in my alley Some do it illegal brothas just want more than their equal Tryin' not to get coated up in the evil, this goes out to all my Hustling people, just do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it Smokin' doja in the south central streets keep me noid Till I puff bomb ET just to fill the void And recollect the word of a vet once put me down With be about your paper mack and watch The folks you clown with, life's a hustle, have money, have heart My matrimony to this playa shit is death do us part And chasin' papes from the nine six to infin Blazin' endo stems, sippin' yack and straight hen Gettin' twisted out of shape like a pretzel Comin' wit' more cross over appeal That van exel and I hope to God that I don't go to serve no Cavi stressin' to maintain self preservation up in Cali My partners of mine are skyballin' out of control But I ain't feelin' that part of the game so Slow your roll and pump your brakes for goodness sakes I spot the fake the scandalous dulo one-time Popo and the Jakes Would love to ship my ass to foledad or maybe foesome But I recognize a trick-a-ration so I mob by my lonesome And see my status as a playa elevated as the hustler anthem For all the haters is regulated Some do it illegal brothers, just want more than their equal Tryin' not to get caught up in the evil, this goes out to all my Hustling people, just do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it You see back in the days crime pays But now rhyme pays, so I had to hustle in many ways Now let me break this down I used to pack pipes like Wesley Snipes And new jackin' like Nini Brown, puttin' suckas in fear Lettin' ya know big boy is the nigga in charge over here I'm buying new shoes and new clothes Give me one of them, two of these, aw fuck it Nigga give me three of those My homie Shaun Juan used to give me 5 for 1 Back in the days that's how my hustlin' shit was done Then that game went astray fools droppin' dime Catchin' time and brothas gettin' blown away So suavecito my negrito put me with the pharcyde Tours and pours of Hennessy by the barside Makin' papes, makin' tapes, doin' dates All over the world in each and every state Now I'm on the other side of the tracks makin' tracks But still got fat backs and fat stacks Yo, Bootie Brown I guess I'm out Paper chase hustle that's what it be about Some do it illegal brothas just want more than their equal Tryin' not to get caught up in the evil, this goes out to all my Hustling people, just do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it