Lyrical Analysis of...
Can't Hold Us
- [Intro:]
- Ay, ay, ay
- Good to see you, come on in, let's go
- Yeah, let's go
- Alright, alright
- OK, uh, alright, OK
- Alright, OK
- Return of the Mack, get up!
- What it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn’t.
- Looking for a better way to get up out of bed
- Instead of getting on the Internet and checking a new hit
- Get up! Fresh out, pimp strut walking, little bit of humble, little bit of cautious
- Somewhere between like Rocky and Cosby. Sweater gang, nope, nope y’all can’t copy
- Yup. Bad, moon walking, this here is our party, my posse's been on Broadway,
- And we did it our way.
- Grown music, I shed my skin and put my bones into everything I record to it
- And yet I’m on.
- Let that stage light go and shine on down,
- Got that Bob Barker suit game and plinko in my style.
- Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds,
- But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town
- Trust me. On my I N D E P E N D E N T shit hustler,
- Chasing dreams since I was fourteen with the four track bussing
- Halfway cross that city with the backpack, fat cat, crushing
- Labels out here,
- Now they can’t tell me nothing
- We give that to the people,
- Spread it across the country
- Labels out here,
- Now they can’t tell me nothing
- We give it to the people,
- Spread it across the country
- Can we go back, this is the moment
- Tonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s over
- So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
- Like the ceiling can’t hold us
- Can we go back, this is the moment
- Tonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s over
- So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
- Like the ceiling can’t hold us
- Now, can I kick it? Thank you. Yeah I'm so damn grateful.
- I grew up, really wanted gold fronts
- But that’s what you get when Wu Tang raised you
- Y’all can’t stop me, go hard like I got an 808 in my heart beat
- And I’m eating at the beat like you gave a little speed to a great white shark on shark week
- Raw. Tell me go up. Gone!
- Deuces goodbye. I got a world to see, and my girl she wanna see Rome,
- Caesar make you a believer. Now I never ever did it for a throne.
- That validation comes from giving it back to the people. Now sing this song and it goes like
- Raise those hands, this is our party
- We came here to live life like nobody was watching
- I got my city right behind me
- If I fall, they got me. Learn from that failure gain humility and then we keep marching ourselves
- Can we go back, this is the moment
- Tonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s over
- So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
- Like the ceiling can’t hold us
- Can we go back, this is the moment
- Tonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s over
- So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
- Like the ceiling can’t hold us
- And so we put our hands up
- And so we put our hands up
- Wa oh oh oh wa oh oh oh wa oh oh
- Let's go!
- Na na na na na na na na (aha)
- Hey
- And all my people say
- Na na na na na na na na (that's right, feels good)
- Hey
- And all my people say
- Na na na na na na na na (it's alright)
- (oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
- And all my people say
- Na na na na na na na na
- Ma ckle more
- Can we go back, this is the moment
- Tonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s over
- So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
- Like the ceiling can’t hold us
- Can we go back, this is the moment
- Tonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s over
- So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
- Like the ceiling can’t hold us.
LYRICAL GRADE
A-
RHYME DENSITY
0
RHYME LENGTH
Rhyme Syllables
154
Total Syllables
853
Rhyming Lines
59/96
Unique Words
45.1%
Slang
2.9%
Profanity
0.4%
Avg. Syllables Per Word
1.29
Word Cloud
808 intro ay good see come let's go yeah alright ok uh return mack up isnt looking better way out bed instead getting internet checking new hit fresh pimp strut walking little bit humble cautious somewhere between rocky cosby sweater gang nope yall cant copy yup bad moon here party posse's broadway grown music shed skin put bones everything record im stage light shine down bob barker suit game plinko style money stay craft stick around those pounds pass torch town trust independent shit hustler chasing dreams fourteen four track bussing halfway cross city backpack fat cat crushing labels now tell nothing give people spread country back moment tonight night well fight 'til over hands ceiling hold kick thank i'm damn grateful grew really wanted gold fronts thats wu tang raised stop hard heart beat eating gave speed great white shark week raw gone deuces goodbye world girl wanna rome caesar make believer never throne validation comes giving sing song goes raise came live life nobody watching right behind fall learn failure gain humility keep marching ourselves wa oh na aha hey that's feels it's macklemore
Profanity
shit
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