Lyrical Breakdown of Friend Or Foe - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Friend Or Foe" 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 "Friend Or Foe" 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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Yo, I just came from outside, and there's crazy money out here

We ain't gotta break this shiz down, we can sell weight

But this Jay-Z nigga? He got this shit locked down

Oh, Jay-Z, what, the rapper? (Yeah)

That "In My Lifetime" nigga?

Get the fuck out, that's game on the bow

Get the fuck out, there ain't no rapper tellin' me I can't get no money man

Come on, the fuck, what you doin', I gotta do

Get the fuck out

Yeah, uh

Check one, check two

Said you know what to do

Primo, cold crush when I give it to you

Friend or foe

Yo, state ya biz

Hmm, you tend to dough, ah

There it is

Me, I run the show, oh

And these kids

Don't like nobody comin' around here

Fuckin' with they dough for shit

You enterprisin' though, and I like it

But fuck with the big dogs yo, I gotta bite ya

Look, it's outta my hands

And you gettin money 'round here

Is not in the plans

Don't hop your ass outta that van

Head back to Kansas

I'm sending niggas back up in campuses

Chances slimmer than that chick in Calvin Klein pants is

Let me guess, they said it was money round here

And the rest is me stoppin' you from gettin' it, correct?

Sorry to here that

My guess is you got work at the hotel

I'll take care of that, you'll soon see

Now please, give me the room key

Ya twitchin', don't do that

Ya makin' me nervous, my crew

Well they do pack, them dudes is murderers

So please, would ya, put your hands back in sight

They don't like to see me nervous

You can understand that, right?

You draw, better be Picasso, you know the best

'Cause if this is not so, God bless

You leave me no choice

I leave you no voice

Believe you me son

I hate to do it just as bad as you hate to see it done

Now calm your boys

'Cause I'm findin' it a little hard to concentrate with all the noise

Get the point?

I'll let you go, before you leave

I guess I outta let you know

I need those keys

And I promise you never, no matter the weather

Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever come around here no mo'