Lyrical Breakdown of Stolen Moments (Part 2) (Feat. Black Thought) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Stolen Moments (Part 2) (Feat. Black Thought)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Common weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Stolen Moments (Part 2) (Feat. Black Thought)" 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 Common employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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It's a frantic situation
It's a frantic situation
It's a frantic situation
It's a frantic situation
It's a frantic situation
It's a frantic situation
Well, It's a frantic situation
It's a
Extra salty 'cause whoever beat me, got me for this 31 inch
And this Alpha Bailey jacket I just bought me
Out of snapping, my guy tried to talk me
But what could get me halfway calm was this Donny Hathaway song
The tape that it was on I had wanted while I was gone
But forgot to pack it, in fact it was in that jacket
This demo, it's time to track it and lay it down
Now this somebody I know or somebody I stay around
Day before I broke out, niggas was over my crib getting smoked out
No telling who had the place scoped out
Dot had brought over some niggas I didn't know
I'm asking who are you, they said I'm here with them all
If it was them, soon I'ma collide with them
And they better not be rocking no new Iversons
Then it could have been this hype that usually shovel my snow
If I'm out of town or not, by my car he would know
Now it might have been this stripper I met at Pinkhouse party
Thick, but my furniture wasn't worth her body
What if it was this nigga I let sleep in my crib?
They had a set of keys, but that I wasn't trying to believe
But I couldn't put it past him or them other bastards
It'd be ass backwards for me to ask if they did it
'Cause whoever did ain't gon' admit it
The blunt and dirty dishes is my only exhibit
Wondering if I should give it a rest and through the wind it might surface
'Cause telling the law, Joe, is worthless, uh
Hey, sucker nigga, whoever you are
Hey, sucker nigga, whoever you are
Hey, sucker nigga, whoever you are
Wherever you are
Whoever you are
Check it out
Hey, sucker nigga, whoever you are
Hey, sucker nigga, whoever you are
Hey, sucker nigga, whoever you are
Wherever you are
Whoever you are
Check it out
(Right, yeah, uh)
(Mystery)
(Common sense)
(Ride with you, man)
Hey yo, Ra
Yo, what's up, dawg, M?
Yo, this your third album right?
Yeah
You know, niggas wanna see what type of shit you gon' come with this time, know what I'm saying?
Bro, you know as usual, I'ma try to go in and just come with some soulful shit
What's up with the beats, though? I need some joints from you, for real
Yo, I just flipped this one last night, check it out
Here you go, right here