Lyrical Breakdown of We Live - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "We Live" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Bun B weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "We Live" 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 Bun B 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 Bun B's narrative.
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But now, you've changed my life
This one's for Hovain (uh, uh)
Statik Selektah
True underground king like Bun and Pimp
I'm on two-fifth, I'm getting shrimp, this .40 on me, I feel like Kemp
With The Supersonics, a project baby, I got used to violence
Loudmouth niggas lost they life, learned to maneuver silent
I cried tears but now it's denim tears
I spent some years talking to ghosts, they silent, always disappear
Before I linked up with Statik, I had some static
Dutch Master for the haze, the playlist was Illmatic
This a real savage, talk about the trenches 'cause I lived there
I'd rather be in San Juan, low in Givenchy swimwear
Jamaican plug, me and my nigga Tommy and Sincere
UPS haters stop the package I had sent there
We got more though, plug from DR, his name was Gordo
You can take a look at this life, don't say what you saw though
It's a membership, to be a part of this, they scan the barcode
My heart froze, and I'ma shoot my shot until the bar closed
Said it ain't no thang, know we like to get crazy
We can joke, kick it, don't play me
Like the ocean, shit can get wavy
'Cause we live, we live, we li-di-da-ah
Said it ain't no thang, know we like to get crazy
We can joke, kick it, don't play me
Like the ocean, shit can get wavy
'Cause we live, we live, we li-di-da-ah
I hit Jamaica to politic with the Rastas
You hit Jamaica and order jerk chicken pasta
You are not the same, nigga, as me, you an imposter
Before you speak to me, go check your posture
Sticking your chest out, I hope them niggas brought you a vest out
'Cause we don't get stressed, you get pressed and then stretched out
Before we spin the block, we knowin' what's the best route
No civilians, only the soldiers, we leave the rest out
I hit New York, head to Harlem and hit Easter
Fuck the Feds, let's go turn some heads and light the streets up
Call up Carbone's and tell them to set the feast up
Laid back with the heat tucked, kickin' my feets up
Ridin' through New York, under city lights smokin' Skittles
Yeah the name is Big Bun, nigga, big, not little
'Cause everything you tryin' to do, we already done it, Jack
It's Trillstatik two, you niggas knew we was gon' run it back
Said it ain't no thang, know we like to get crazy
We can joke, kick it, don't play me
Like the ocean, shit can get wavy
'Cause we live, we live, we li-di-da-ah
Said it ain't no thang, know we like to get crazy
We can joke, kick it, don't play me
Like the ocean, shit can get wavy
'Cause we live, we live, we li-di-da-ah