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