Lyrical Breakdown of (A Beautiful Revolution) Intro [Feat. Jessica Care Moore] - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "(A Beautiful Revolution) Intro [Feat. Jessica Care Moore]" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game feat. Kanye West & Common weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "(A Beautiful Revolution) Intro [Feat. Jessica Care Moore]" 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 The Game feat. Kanye West & Common employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Tell 'em pray for me It was God that brought Dre to me Even brought the nigga Kanye for me Bless - but them niggas shot Big Made a nigga feel ashamed of the the city where he live Make a nigga hate the logo on the Dodger cap Thinking back to that beamer, wish my nigga Pac was strapped But I'm dreaming Las Vegas Boulevard, Afeni's son's bullet scars Everybody king of Diamonds until the feds pull they cards Not the deck though Hip Hop was better off when it was just Dre, Scarface, and Esco Memoirs of the gold chain It's a cold game nigga, Johnny Coltrane Black Versaces with the gold frame Nigga said he sold 'caine that's a bold claim 14 had a brain that could throw flames So strange, have to blow they mind, Cobain Mama forgive me cause I'm tryna make a living, hah Them niggas hatin' cause that Royce Phantom killing, hah Niggas shining like they hanging from the ceiling, hah Me and 'Ye killing (Something like my Jesus piece, hah) Lord willin', I see a billion 'Til then, I let my nuts hang (Something like my Jesus piece) Throw them suicide doors up And let that Holy Ghost swang (Something like my Jesus piece) That's the crack music, nigga Never spit a verse cause I was making trap music, nigga I'm not an army, I'm a movement The flow is water, Andre tried to Ice Cube him Ice Cubin', roof translucent Chick on my side tryna get my Trues loose When I'm talkin' 'bout God, she 'posed to bow her head Now she all on the blog, steady postin' 'bout her head Got me thinking like a father, is the world safe? Got me clinging to my daughter like shark fins in water Rocks in my ears something Titanic This is my life and it's exactly how I planned it, damn it God says everything happens for a reason I seen four seasons at The Four Seasons Take that chinchilla off, poor kids is freezing Cookin' up in the same pot they ain't got to pee in Mama forgive me cause I'm tryna make a living, hah Them niggas hatin' cause that Royce Phantom killing, hah Niggas shining like they hanging from the ceiling, hah Me and 'Ye killing (Something like my Jesus piece, hah) Lord willin', I see a billion 'Til then, I let my nuts hang (Something like my Jesus piece) Throw them suicide doors up And let that Holy Ghost swang (Something like my Jesus piece) Pieces on gold leashes Cruisers, around greases make them cohesive I'm the sun shining with God features Draw closer to a true blood bleeder, soul of a southern preacher Went from dinner with bottom feeders to world leaders We throw the peace up, knowing the world need us Eagerness to live life and see the bright lights To sacrifices we made it's sorta Christ-like At the after party thinking what the afterlife's like He paid for my sins, is it really priced right? Fuck it, I see the light, raw Stacy delight Can't deny my Jesus piece that's so Peter-like Chicks crow for dough, get low for mo' A combo she end up at the condo Another Jane Doe or a golden angel Pendant on an angle, watch the chain glow Mama forgive me cause I'm tryna make a living, hah Them niggas hatin' cause that Royce Phantom killing, hah Niggas shining like they hanging from the ceiling, hah Me and 'Ye killing (Something like my Jesus piece, hah) Lord willin', I see a billion 'Til then, I let my nuts hang (Something like my Jesus piece) Throw them suicide doors up And let that Holy Ghost swang (Something like my Jesus piece)