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'