Lyrical Breakdown of Shook Ones - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shook Ones" 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 "Shook Ones" 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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Yeah! Yeah, look how I came up! Yeah! 'Ey, look how I came up, nigga! 'Ey look! Momma I came up! Cold as hell in New York, but I flame up Straight up out that dirty type of shit you cannot clean up A dollar and a dream the only things I had to bring up Now any nigga out there gunnin' for me, gotta aim up! Say what? Niggas ask me what the 'Ville be like Just tell 'em that it's real. Hoping that they me feel me, right? I'm so bright! I close my eyes and I can still see light I'm so live, you motherfuckers gotta kill me twice Man I promise! I'm murdering classics, paying my homage The 15th of the month and I'm just now paying Mohammed Said: "The rent's due on the first!" But he don't know the shit I been through, and it hurts Can't wait to blow! Yeah, I think about heaven sometimes, can't wait to go If it's real; will I even get in? I ain't fo' sho' Cause I've been sinning Gettin' bent it's been a minute since I been Up in a church Only time is when my friend up in a hearse Lord, I'm praying for me my momma, I just went up in her purse Not to steal! All I saw was some bills and not a dollar In sight! In time she'll live the more desirable life, I'm chasing money And dreams only God got the means to take 'em from me I scheme while I'm ridin' through Queens I ain't no dummy! A Fayettenom repper 'til the day that I'm gone Nigga get your weight up all the way up if you hatin' on me 'Cause boy I might pray but ain't no preying on me! I'm hot like Satan, just laying on me! So when you get to hell you can say you know me! I said I might pray but ain't no preying on me! So when you get to hell, you can say you know me! Yeah, what? Yeah! One shot y'all Yeah! Hahah! Ain't a damn thing, man Hahahha!