Lyrical Breakdown of Justify My Thug - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Justify My Thug" 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 "Justify My Thug" 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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Uh, this feel right right here Quik It's like it's supposed to happen this one right here Young! Goddamn Let me justify my thug on this one right here It goes one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock Roc Five, six seven o'clock, eight o'clock, Roc Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, the party 'bout to pop Then- (Roc-A-Fella y'all), it's your boy S. Dot And I ain't never been to jail, I ain't never pay a nigga To do no dirt for me I was scared to do myself I will never tell, even if it means sittin' in a cell I ain't never ran, never will I ain't never been smacked, a nigga better keep his hands To himself or get clapped for what's under that man's belt I never asked for nothin' I don't demand of myself Honesty, loyalty, friends and then wealth Death before dishonor and I tell you what else I tighten my belt 'fore I beg for help Foolish pride is what held me together through the years I wasn't felt which is why I ain't never played myself I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've never knelt Before God and asked for better cards at times to no avail But I never sat back feelin sorry for myself If you don't give me heaven I'll raise hell 'Til it's heaven Justify my thug (for you) My thug My thug (I'm praying for you) (for you) To justify my thug My thug My thug (I'm praying for you) (for you) (For you) Now if you shoot my dog, I'ma kill yo' cat Just the unwritten laws in rap, know dat For every action there's a reaction, don't have me relapsin' Relaxing's what I'm about, but about mine Don't be actin' like you can't see street action Take me back to "Reasonable Doubt" time You see my mind's on the finish line, facin' the wreck I put my mo'fuckin' faith in the TEC, tell Satan not yet You understand I am chasin' my breath I am narrowly escapin' my death, oh yes I am the Michael Schumacher of the Roc roster Travellin' Mach five, barrel in my apparel can stop God God forgive me but I can't let them deliver me to you Until, I won this race, then eventually My engine gon' burn out, I get whatever is meant for me However, it turns out fine, red line! Justify my thug (for you) My thug My thug (I'm praying for you) (for you, for you) To justify my thug My thug My thug (I'm praying for you, for you, for you) (For you) They say an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight Two wrongs don't make a right But when you been wronged and You know all along that it's just one life At what point does one fight? (Good question, right?) 'Fore you knock the war, try to put your dogs in his Ten-and-a-halfs, for a minute-and-a-half Bet that stops all the grinnin' and the laughs When you play the game of life and the win ain't in the bag When your options is none and the pen is all you have Or the block, niggas standin' tight as lemons on the ave' Tryin' to cop a shop, call they self cleansin' in the cash But can't put they name on paper 'cause, then you on blast Mr. President, there's drugs in our residence Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread with us Mr. Governor, I swear there's a cover up Every other corner there's a liquor store, fuck is up? Justify my thug (for you, for you) My thug My thug (I'm praying for you, for you, for you, for you) Justify my thug My thug My thug (I'm praying for you, for you) (For you) fresh, fresh, fresh Yes, yes, yes, yes-