Lyrical Breakdown of Don't Hold Your Applause - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Don't Hold Your Applause" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Wale weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Don't Hold Your Applause" 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 Wale 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 Wale's narrative.

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Inspired by women, niggas say that I treat em different Niggas be bitches, hoes be bitches, I don't see no difference Shawty my aim is different, DC my English iffy Solo I be but I'm on my feet, I got these angels with me Tired of making money, I'm on to making history Fuck how they feel, I keeps it realer than a documentary Shit I be feeling like real niggas don't make it to fifty And I be feeling Malcolm, Martin, and Pac would defend me I focus on chicken, my cortizone frigid Don't trust no cheap rubbers, don't trust no dirty bitches Sippin moscato with models having exotic dishes But it don't mean shit unless I know that my genre respected I deserve praise, I deserve applause Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call It's all work, no days off I'm on a great run, Wale Folarin Make sure that they always talk of me Make sure these bitches in awe for me Make sure to give them my all And now they know that we on Don't ever hold your applause for me Don't ever hold your applause for me Don't ever hold your applause for me Don't ever hold your applause for me And ay ay ay Don't ever hold your applause for me GQ man of the year, Cudi Drizzy and me Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase When you winning obese, all your haters fatigued Got me counting my blessings, it took me Haiti to see When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave When you rapping how I'm rapping, they fellatio free I was pacing myself, hope you patient as me Plus I got a lot, niggas ain't able to see it We black niggas with ambition, they gon respect it And I know I'm kinda vain, but what real nigga isn't I'm tryna style on some bitches and keep it introspective I'm tryna stun em like everybody was second guessed it Wale Make sure that they always talk of me Make sure these bitches in awe for me Make sure to give them my all And now they know that we on Don't ever hold your applause for me Don't ever hold your applause for me Don't ever hold your applause for me Don't ever hold your applause for me And ay ay ay Don't ever hold your applause for me