Lyrical Breakdown of Go On Hate - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Go On Hate" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Wiz Khalifa weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Go On Hate" 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 Wiz Khalifa 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 Wiz Khalifa's narrative.
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Ay, you know that work moving so that paper steady stacking
And niggas out here hating I done made it cuz I'm rapping
My chain is solid gold, man I said later for that platinum
And threw them yellow diamonds on that "P" and got it tatted
A lot of y'all just talk, I let em see I make it happen
Moving rhymes like weight, some mistake and think I'm trappin'
That heat I gotta pack it cuz they wait for me to slip
Let a hater go'on and trip, 32 off in that clip
I'm riding big shit, and I'm smoking even bigger
Your baby mama say she wanna fuck a young nigga
I took it from an eighth, and made it to a half
Now I'm working with a whole one, language do the math
And it ain't about your man, if it don't involve them presidents
Them dead white folk, all that other shit's irrelevant
Never said I'm first to put the Burgh up on the map
I'm more like Mike Tomlin, here to bring the Burgh back
Khalifa man
Now everywhere I go, at a club or a show
A broke nigga got something to say
Bout what I ain't done, or where I ain't from
But everybody know a hater go'on hate
You know me I'm the P-R-I-N-C-E O-F T-H-E C-I-T-Y
I'm W-I-Z K-H-A-L-I-F-A pussy nigga go'on hate (go'on hate)
Pussy nigga go'on hate
Pussy nigga go'on hate
I be riding while I'm coasting, I be drinking, I be smoking
I be rolling up them blunts that have you choking yeah we call it that ray
I'm a hustler, I be stacking, I'm a hundred, y'all be acting
In the Burgh I get it smacking yeah I own it all day
And them hating niggas funny
Don't got no reason not to like me except I got some money
I turn a classy chick into a certified bussy
Not even the baddest bitch, couldn't get a dime from me
They see me and try and hug me, these haters try and plug me
I got a hundred real niggas, ray to fire for me
You waiting 'round for me, well I think I'll get it started
It's number 2, you act stupid my team'll get retarded... yeah
Now everywhere I go, at a club or a show
A broke nigga got something to say
Bout what I ain't done, or where I ain't from
But everybody know a hater go'on hate
You know me I'm the P-R-I-N-C-E O-F T-H-E C-I-T-Y
I'm W-I-Z K-H-A-L-I-F-A pussy nigga go'on hate (go'on hate)
Pussy nigga go'on hate
Pussy nigga go'on hate