Lyrical Breakdown of Nana - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Nana" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Chance the Rapper feat. Action Bronson weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Nana" 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 Chance the Rapper feat. Action Bronson 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 Chance the Rapper feat. Action Bronson's narrative.

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Na, na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na, na

Introducin' Chance the Ruthless, trip 'shrooms and lucy

Dreams is lucid, loosely based on music, swallow my mucus

Hope your pussy get herpes and yo' ass get lupus

Deuces douches, deuce, deuce I'll shoot ya (Bang)

Shoes might boot cha and a suit might suit cha'

They be on bullshit but they really don't do shit

The use of illusion, could confuse Confuscius

Nasty, ashy, cigarette ashing, 'til my voice get raspy

Last week suspended, last night kissed Va$htie

Parleyed with Ashley, always in the hallway

So I never been classy (Hahaha)

Shut up

Na, na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na, na

(Aah, aah, aah, aah!)

Acid acid, get it? Acid

Melts through plastic, I spit fired

Pad my palette, talkin' paper

If this was work, I'd get higher-ed

Pardon my mishaps, burp and get murdered

Fart and get bitch-slapped, like Bourbon mixed with jack

Lickety-split, lickety-slipped on a shell

From peelin' banana-split backs, give me my Kit-Kat

Don't break me off shit, batch, fack is you mean bitch?

Xan with that lean bitch, zan with that lean bitch

Zen with that chakra, I eat it like Idi Amin

Ya know what I mean, hit me back when that mean shit (Shut up)

Na, na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na, na

(Aah, aah, aah, aah!) Now, now, now, now

Introducin', It's Bronsonlino

With my hair slicked back, I look like Rick Pitino

Three Japanese dykes in my El Camino (Haha)

Lettin' trees blow, oh, I rep the East Coast

I got a team of hoes like Pat Summit

I look like Arnold Schwarzenegger in a black hummer (Get to the chopper)

I splash summer like a fast brother, with a number on his back

Ain't no fumblin', in fact, I'm back, acid in my hat

Shoot then pass the gat, it's at the bottom of the river in a plastic bag

My new shawty got a gymnastic back

Eighty seven emerald green on a classic jag, uh

She had the cleft palate, I ordered chef's salad (Okay)

She had the club foot (What else?), with that little arm (Hahaha)

I couldn't help but laugh, she ordered Chicken Parm

I had the full Bulls warm-up with the Pippens on, it's me

(Ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne)

Suck my motherfucking dick, it's the young Randy Velarde

Queens, baby (Ah, ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne)