Lyrical Breakdown of Hustla (Feat. STS) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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  • Lyric Overview: Witness how The Roots weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hustla (Feat. STS)" 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 Roots employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Let me tell you what priceless is, some advice to give A sacrifice is what I make for the wife and kids They say life's a bitch but it's one life to live I want my baby where that cake and that icing is Out of them crisises, off of them viceses They see what we do and grow up in our likenesses Really I don't wanna see 'em having to fight for this Story of the family biz, I'ma rewrite the script Daughter of a hip-hopper, hustler like her grandpoppa Her destiny done been determined so you can't stop her From being independent, earning paper and proper More like a lawyer or a doctor, not a man watcher That's where ya man got ya, it's a big world outchea I'm trying to make a black diamond or a burl outchea And hip the people to the way the world twirl outchea And when I thank Heaven for my little girl Please let it be a hustler, baby be a hustler Hope my baby girl grows up to be a hustler Let her be a hustler, baby be a hustler If not then you're only a customer Please let it be a hustler, baby be a hustler Hope my baby boy grows up to be a hustler Let him be a hustler, baby be a hustler If not then you're only a customer Suga slam, I'm slicker than a squid, nigga, no kids No baby mama, Suga Free from the drama Suga be where he wanna, no sweat like a sauna No judge, your honor can't tell me how to raise mine Figure that in due time, if and when I do find True love, boo'd up, maybe you can blue line Who I'm, caught up in the moment for the meantime G, I'm all about the green like tree pine See I'm trying to get the scratch like a feline Hoping that my seeds don't know the struggle like me, I'm Hustling to make a buck, make a buck and fuck it up Fuck it up and suck it up and go and make another buck Get the money, get the money, that's what I know I'm hoping that my seeds know a little more than I know I know, I know, but baby this what I know If we ever settle down well baby this what I hope Please let it be a hustler, baby be a hustler Hope my baby girl grows up to be a hustler Let her be a hustler, baby be a hustler If not then you're only a customer Please let it be a hustler, baby be a hustler Hope my baby boy grows up to be a hustler Let him be a hustler, baby be a hustler If not then you're only a customer