Lyrical Breakdown of Die Together - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Die Together" 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 "Die Together" 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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Uh Ay Da-da, da (whoo) Uh, huh Now I'm addicted to the shit like it was nicotine The streets have got me overdosin' on adrenaline Like it was lean, promethazine, have I become a fiend? My nigga caught up with that girl, this ain't no summer fling Know what I mean? Can't use the phone 'cause niggas listening Them boys be talkin' shit, well, bitch, I got that Listerine That pistol gleamin' in the sun 'Cause beef is interesting (what you say, nigga? The fuck you say, nigga?) A quarter pounder get a nigga blown to smithereens (fuck you say, nigga?) My mama asked me what that drama 'bout and I don't lie I said, "A little bit of money and a lot of pride" (these niggas out here getting shot) I swear to God I cry when I look in my daughter eye (Ma, you know that) I'm thinkin' if I die tonight, I never taught her how to ride a bike Or how to fight if niggas clownin' on her I gotta call my nigga Rallo from around the corner He came up on a pound of Mary straight from California Let's blow an ounce and move the rest, we bag it up, you do the rest Okay, I'm comin' over quick, got hip for my nigga, this is it Don't know how he came up on it, must've probably hit a lick Now, I don't ask no fuckin' questions, all I do is take my blessings to the strip Make her flip, no more struggling, no more stressing 'Cause my baby need some Pampers and her daddy need a Buick Ain't no future for a felon and there ain't that much more to it Why I do it? I feed my baby girl and then we lie together I'm starin' at her, swear I hope we fuckin' die together Die together (Nina? Nina?) Die together (who loves you?) I swear I hope we fuckin' die together (Daddy loves you) Die together, die together (one day, I'ma buy you everything you want) I swear I hope we fuckin' die together (we're gonna have a big house, you're gonna have a big room) (Die together) die together Die together (you're all I got in this world) I swear I hope we fuckin' die together (Daddy gotta go find a real job) Die together (I'ma drop you off with Mommy) Die together (I'm gonna pick you up next week, okay?) I swear I hope we fuckin' die together Three in the mornin' and I'm wide awake, yawnin' A couple pulls got me zonin' Somethin' tell me check my phone and I see a message Five missed calls, they all from Rallo Right away, I check it (Ra', Ra', call me the fuck back) He stressin', he breathin' heavy, tellin' me to call him ASAP (hit me back) I dial him right back, like, "What the fuck goin' on?" He's goin' on about them trees that we sold and how we need to get low Some niggas lookin' for us out here in the streets 'cause they know That shit we sold ain't belong to us, they wanna sing a song for us For fuckin' up they money, niggas say it won't be long for us I tell him, "I ain't scared, I ain't know it was theirs (yo, listen) But if they talkin' like that (listen, don't leave the fucking house) Nigga, make sure that you strapped" (click, don't leave the house) Hung up the phone as I sat there alone Wishin' I can wipe the slate clean with dreams of a home With picket fence and yard big enough for Nina to roam Lord, tell me, is it too late to grow? I need to know (shit) Few hours pass, I need to go and pick my daughter up Her mama gotta work today She tells me, "Look for work today" (you need to go find a job today) I say, "Okay," I strapped the cutie pie into the baby seat She love to spend the day with me, she startin' to learn the ABCs I drive away and see my distant future as a married man Way out in the suburbs with no pistols and no worryin' One day, I'll send my baby girl to college where she'll find a man And he gon' put a ring up on her hand, but I'll be damned Fuck you, fuck you Fuck, let's go, let's go, let's go Fuck, man Ah, shit Nina? Nina? Nina? Oh, shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Fuck