Lyrical Breakdown of My 1st Song - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "My 1st Song" 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 "My 1st Song" 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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I'm just, tryin' to stay above water y'know Just stay busy, stay workin' Puff told me like, the key to this joint The key to stayin', on top of things Is treat everythin' like it's your first project, you know what I'm sayin'? Like it's your first day like back when you was an intern Like, that's how you try to treat things like, just stay hungry Uh, uh, yes, yes Y'all wanna know, why he don't stop? Y'all wanna know, why he don't flop? Let me tell you pe-eople why Came from the bottom of the block I When I was born, it was sworn, I was never gon' be shit Had to pull the opposite out this bitch Had to get my ri-ide on Eyes on the prize, Shawn knew I had to Had to, had to get these chips Had to make moves like Olajuwon Started out sellin' dimes and nicks Graduated to a brick No exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip Legendary like a schoolboy Crushin' merely nearly every every chick Heavy shit, that's how schoolboy got whipped And got left on some Just Me, Myself and I On some Trugoy shit Had to voyage to a place of, to a place of no return Had to play with fire and get burned Only way the boy ever gon' learn Had to lay way in the cut, 'til I finally got my turn Now I'm on top in the spot that I earned It's my life, it's my pain and my struggle The song that I sing to you it's my everything Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first And my thirst is the same as, when I came It's my joy and my tears and the laughter it brings to me It's my everything Like I never rode in a limo Like I just dropped flows to a demo Like it's '92 again and And I got O's in the rental Back in the Stu' again, no prob' livin' was a whole lot simple When you think back, you thought that You would never make it this far, then you Take advantage of the luck you handed Or the talent, you been given Ain't no, half steppin', ain't no, no slippin' Ain't no different from a block that's hidden Gotta get it while the getting's good Gotta strike while the iron's hot, 'fore you stop Then you gotta bid it, good riddance Goodbye, this is my second major breakup My first was, with a pager With a hooptie, a cookpot, and the game This one's with the stool, with the stage, with the fortune Maybe not the fortune, but certainly the fame It's my life, my pain and my struggle The song that I sing to you it's my everything Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first And my thirst is the same as, when I came It's my joy and my tears and my laughter it brings to me It's my everything Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first And my thirst like the first song I sang Woo! It's like the blues, we gon' ride out on this one Ty-Ty, B-High Yo High, remember you was making them baskets For them niggas at radio and shit? Clark Kent, that was good lookin' out nigga Carline, who ever thought we'd make it this far, homie? Sha, they can't stop us, know what I'm sayin'? Lenny S Dame, what up? Robbin' the bank Niggas thought we was crazy man, 'member, uh You had that fucked up ass handwritin' You was writin' all the numbers that we was spendin' down For the videos we was doin' ourselves (Ski, whattup? Original Flavor in the house) Your accounting was crazy wrong and shit But we we still put it together Bigs, whassup? 'Member we went to St. Thomas and uh (John Meneilly) Your dog peed on homey leg and shit at his ccrib I think that was Rudy And they was havin' a lil' trouble with the pool You and Ty-Ty was laughin' Emory was there, what up Emory? What up Ty? Hip-Hop, what up man? Ay, ay Hobb, you ain't, you ain't have no, uhh You ain't have no muh'fuckin' seat on your, on your bicycle Now you uh, the head of black music That's what I'm talkin' 'bout right there homie Gee, what up, Gee? Yessir, e'rybody in the Roc Hey Guru, I know you spoiled man I be takin' them shits in one take You gon' have to punch niggas shit, you gon' be tight OG Juan, what up? I'm a little upset that you wasn't involved in this whole process But it's all good, what's up Dez? My whole family, my nephew, cousin Angie, what's up? Ti-Ti (Bey, Bey, Bey, Bey) Mom, you made the album, how crazy is that? Bobalob, rest in peace My pops, rest in peace (Sup A.J.?) Biggie Smalls, rest in peace Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh Nigga, I'm 'bout to go golfin' man Ay, I might even have me a cappuccino, fuck it I'm goin' somewhere nice where no mosquitos at nigga Holla at me, it's your boy