Lyrical Breakdown of Feel Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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All I want you to do is feel me, Why take time out, to give you the real me, Uh, uh, uh Hey yo I grew up very athletic, hard headed Thought I knew everything, wanted to do everything I was spoiled, stubborn, the only child So the only thing I could do was hold it down Now this is something that I could tell you that's no bullshit I always been wicked with the flow since a lil kid My first addiction, GI Joes and icies After that it was light skinned girls and Nikes Breeze through junior high school, then high school Couple of semesters of college and then night school Moms start riffing, talking 'bout how she can't support a grown man So the god start flipping Pops used to say shit, but never to me much Was like he wasn't even there 'cause we ain't agree much Used to be gone for whole weeks at a time Puffin one eleven, used to roll three out a dime Then I found myself sleeping in late, doing nothing Fucking, running with the niggas that was hustling Shop wasn't open then, niggas was working for a pair of Jordans The next two weeks they was broke again Me and K keep havin talks of getting coke again But the block was crowded we waiting for an opening Meanwhile shit still slow we still flowing Never stop or look back we still going Bop passed the demo to Mary then she passed it to cousin We thought it was on but it wasn't And we can't blame nobody Look at us now dog, we came in the game nobodies Double are and Interscope, put that cake up And we ain't go platinum but we made niggas wake up Got 'em all talking 'bout pumping the brick And they only go and see papi to get something to sniff I'm 'bout to fuck the game up for real like in the World Series Nigga that parachute down in the field I don't rap I provide you bars And the pain is invisible, but you can't hide the scars So y'all never be on the level that we're on Ability to have dope thoughts and spit heroin I'm good just waking up That's how I know I got one more chance to go and cash in and cake it up...