Lyrical Breakdown of All I Need - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Jay-Z weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "All I Need" 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 Jay-Z 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 Jay-Z's narrative.

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It's the Roc, woo Nike Airs is right (check) My bucket is low (check) My Rocawear is fittin' incredible (fuck it) I guess I got my swagger back Mama, they said I killed a man Well, I guess I got the dagger back It's the Roc, bastards, we are back In the heezy Jigga Man, B. Sige to M-Easy (what up, fam?) Oschino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla) Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey All I need is the love of my crew The whole industry can hate me, I thugged my way through And all I need is a chick that hold a jammy Like Meth and Mary, like Marvin and Tammi, uh Now understands we can't be stopped From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops Like we underground kings, ridin' dirty A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?) Young niggas ya'll can't hurt me Better watch and observe me and learn how to earn better, I burn cheddar I set fire to your empire I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires Yes I-ah, Jay I-ah Double G-A, live wire, nigga, holla back All I need Rocawear (check) Nike Airs (check) Mean bucket (uh-huh) Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah) Couple chicks by my side, let's ride All I need That new coupe (got that) A durag and a pocket full of loot (got those) A sunny day, some chicks that wanna play And I'll be on my way, come on (now) All I need in this world of sin Is me and my girlfriend, haha I got a little two-two, I call her Peggy Sue When I'm off in the club, she fit right in my shoe (woo) Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case (uh-huh) A clown wan' flip, gotta reach for my bitch Y'all wanna act out a movie, I could give you a clip (buah) But no adlibbin', nigga, stick to the script Now all I need is a high-priced lawyer 'Cause it's foul ways nowadays, everybody saw you And they comin' to court too, I thought you knew Can't even steal on a nigga, motherfuckers will sue In this time and age, what's real motherfuckers to do? When I'm surrounded by squeal motherfuckers like you? But real niggas don't fret, 'cause the number one crew R to the O to the C comin' true All I need Rocawear (check) Nike Airs (check) Mean bucket (uh-huh) Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah) Couple chicks by my side, let's ride All I need That new coupe (got that) A durag and a pocket full of loot (got those) A sunny day, some chicks that wanna play And I'll be on my way, listen The cream too long, my team too strong Bleek is too hot, Beans is gone Y'all niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see y'all) Your whole block deserted, y'all fiends are gone (bye-bye) The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willie Beamen (haha) Any given Sunday, gunplay's optional However niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you want it?) Whoever got hops get blocked, go to the hole Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit Plus the jab is sick, and it's Zab quick Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six Now run along with your little-ass hits Read my rap sheet, nigga, three classics Shut your bumba', I got A-Rod numbers All you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk When I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed In the hospital, lookin' at M-A-S-H for months Then I dumps dough on the D-A desk And I flee scot-free and pee-pee on the steps We's got no respect No law or governin', why you fuckin' with him? Matter fact, why you fuckin' with them? All y'all need is the R-O-C, baby All I need Rocawear (check) Nike Airs (right) Mean bucket (check) Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (uh) Couple chicks by my side, let's ride All I need That new coupe (got that) A durag and a pocket full of loot (got those) A sunny day, some chicks that wanna play And I'll be on my way, listen All I need Roc-A-Fella Records (yeah) Freeway (yeah) Oschino and Sparks Chris and Neef All I need Mickey and Mallory Broad Street Bully M-Extra Money, hah Young H to the izzo (all I need) Clue Rell Uh-huh Yeah, yeah All I need