Lyrical Breakdown of Can I Live - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Can I Live" 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 "Can I Live" 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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Yeah (Hah, yeah), Roc-A-Fella We invite you to, somethin' epic y'all know? (Somethin', somethin') Well, we hustle out of a sense of, hopelessness Sort of a desperation (Live nigga) Through that desperation, we 'come addicted Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin' Well, we feel we have nothin' to lose (Everything to gain) So we offer you, well, we offer our lives (Right?) What do you bring to the table? While I'm watchin' every nigga watchin' me closely My shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be Hoes'll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days A brother gotta admire from four fiends away My pain, wish it was quick to see, from sellin' 'caine 'Til brains was fried to a fricaisse, can't lie At the time it never bothered me, at the bar Gettin' my thug on properly, my squad and me Lack of respect for authority, laughin' hard Happy to be escapin' poverty, however brief I know this game got valleys and peaks Expectation for dips, for percipitation we stack chips, hardly The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William Illin' for revenues, Rayful Edmund-like Channel 7 news, round seven jewels, head dead in the mic Forgettin all I ever knew, convenient amnesia I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure Lock my body can't trap my mind, easily Explain why we adapt to crime I'd rather die enormous than live dormant that's how we on it Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it Presidential suites my residential for the weekend Confidentially speakin' in codes since I sense you peekin' The NSX rental, don't be fooled, my game is mental We both out of town dog, what you tryin' to get into? Viva, Las Vegas, see ya, later at the crap tables Meet me by the one that starts a G up This way no Fraud Willies present gamblin' they re-up And we can have a pleasant time, sippin' margaritas Ge-ge-ge-yeah, can I live? Can I live? My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle Like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew and me Commit atrocities like we got immunity You guessed it, manifested intangible goods Platinum Rolex'd it, we don't lease We buy the whole car, as you should My confederation, dead a nation Explode on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient When it boils to steam, it comes to it We all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this True this, the streets school us to spend our money foolish Bond with jewelers and, watch for intruders I stepped it up another level, meditated like a Buddhist Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of gettin' cream Let's do this, it gets tedious So I keep one eye open like, CBS You see me stressed, right? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? (Ha-hah, Roc-A-Fella y'all)