Lyrical Breakdown of 2Face - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "2Face" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how J. Cole weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "2Face" 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 J. Cole 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 J. Cole's narrative.

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Hey, I got a dollar and a dream It's all a nigga got so if it's 'bout that green And I'm all up in that spot, hey Yeah, the mental state of a young black genius conflicted The fast life I done seen on the screen is addictive Money and clothes I done dreamed about And all the hoes that I fiend about Ayy, tell me am I wrong for visualizin' material shit I never had? Wavin' gats instead of flags, the American Dream Why do we cling to the villains, knowin' they kill 'em? My niggas high enough to swing from the ceiling Ink from the pen spillin' on my notebook Filled with dreams, this is my hope book Still, the screams from little girls shot and killed fill my head on the daily At times I question God, can you blame me? They can't tame me My voice screech through the streets, I'm a beast on 'em Oh no, he will not fold, you will not see a crease on him He will not slip or lose his grip, they got them cleats on him But never will he run unless you call police on him One time, two times, three times Sometimes I scrap, sometimes I'm throwin' up the peace sign It's two sides to a nigga though I said it's two sides to a nigga, yo Ayy, look, sometimes I'm feelin' high, then I'm feelin' low Lord, will I die? Will I survive? Let a nigga know You say you know me, but what side did you get to know? It's two sides to a nigga, yo, yo, yo Yeah, some pussy niggas pulled out on me and my mans Wasn't for the pistol, we drop 'em right where he stands But still, we never ran, foolish pride made us stand right there Not understandin' we could lose our life there And then it hit us, thinkin' 'bout the close calls from long distance Uh, as lil' niggas in the 'Ville, we was trippin' Type of nosy-ass niggas to watch the fight until it's over They ran when the gats came out, I moved closer Foolish, what was I thinkin'? Wasn't tryin' to be cool, it's Just the thrill of the danger, get so filled up with anger When a stranger get to violatin' He sleepin' on me wide awake, bitch, I'll annihilate him I'm tired of waitin' on my ticket out this muhfucker Hope they don't kill me before I get up out this muhfucker I gotta go, now could I be that nigga I thought I was? I gotta know Will I make it like I thought I would? I gotta blow One time, two times, three times Sometimes I scrap, sometimes I'm throwin' up the peace sign It's two sides to a nigga though I said it's two sides to a nigga, yo Ayy, look, sometimes I'm feelin' high, then I'm feelin' low Lord, will I die? Will I survive? Let a nigga know You say you know me, but what side did you get to know? It's two sides to a nigga, yo, yo, yo Yeah, I seen Heaven, seen Hell, the two faces of the 'Ville One side dreams, the other side's real One side schemes, the other side deals What the pain brings, another mother cry still Why the fuck am I here, God? That nigga died, then why the fuck am I still alive? I feel ashamed 'cause the good Lord done brought all this success to me And all I seem to focus on is all this stress on me Blessed homie, we breathin', cold world got me sneezin' Wrote this when I was broke, so hey, I guess we even Throwin' blows, fightin' demons, tryna stop from bustin' semen In an unfamiliar bitch, I know my niggas feel this shit How could I fuck her raw? And I just met the ho My dick took over, it ain't never felt this wet before I'm stressin' in my mind but it's way too late to stop it Make this shit so bad, I had a condom in my pocket Let's change the topic, before I go berserk, I'm so alert Ridin' down 95, nah, I ain't finna to go to work I'm headed back home, ain't stayin' that long I'm chasin' dreams shawty, I'm payin' back loans I'm payin' dues that a nigga payin' tax on I'm tryna blow like a nigga playin' saxophone I'm playin' daddy to another nigga daughter Don't worry, even Jesus never saw his real father It don't bother me at all though Yeah, say it don't bother me at all They got me thinkin' 'bout my mom though Man, I can't wait to sing this song I'll be like, I'll be like Hey, don't cry, hey, oh no 'Cause we ain't gotta worry 'bout the money no more We ain't gotta worry 'bout how the bills get paid We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed Don't cry, hey, oh no 'Cause we ain't gotta worry 'bout the money no more We ain't gotta worry 'bout how them bills get paid We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed Hey, hey, hey