Lyrical Breakdown of Takeover - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Takeover" 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 "Takeover" 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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Come on! Woo! R.O.C., we runnin' this rap shit Memphis Bleek, we runnin' this rap shit B. Mac, we runnin this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin' this rap shit The takeover, the break's over nigga God MC, me, Jay-Hova Hey lil' soldier you ain't ready for war, R.O.C. too strong for y'all It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test Your chest in the line of fire with your thin-ass vest You bringin' them Boyz II Men, how them boys gon' win? This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage biatch, your reach ain't long enough, dunny Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucker Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy Niggas'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady We bring knife to fistfight, kill your drama Uh, we kill you motherfuckin' ants with a sledgehammer Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it So you won't confuse it with just rap music R.O.C., we runnin' this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin' this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin' this rap shit (Watch out! We run New York) I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews You little fuck, I got money stacks bigger than you When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight You was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor Well, we don't believe you, you need more people Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes Nobody can read you dudes like we do Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you Trust me on this one, I'll detach you Mind from spirit, body from soul They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked I sold what your whole album sold in my first week You guys don't want it with Hov' Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', no! R.O.C., we runnin' this rap shit B. Sigel, we runnin' this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin' this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it O & Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin' this rap shit (Watch out! We run New York) I know you missin' all the (fame!) But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your frame Nigga, you a (lame!) You's the fag model for Karl Kani, Esco ads Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin' song But I know the sun don't shine, then son don't shine That's why you're (lame!) Career come to a end There's only so long fake thugs can pretend Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad You scribbled in your notepad and created your life I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor (Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on the dresser So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song And you ain't get a coin nigga you was gettin fucked and I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing Use your brain! You said you been in this ten I've been in it five, smarten up Nas Four albums in ten years nigga? I can divide That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due One was nah, the other was "Illmatic" That's a one hot album every ten year average And that's so (lame!) Nigga switch up your flow Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge? (Get the fuck outta here!) You niggaz gon' learn to respect the king Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen Because you know who (who) did you know what (what) With you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now R.O.C., we runnin' this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin' this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it Freeway, we run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin' this rap shit (Watch out! We run New York) A wise man told me don't argue with fools Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you Please, not Jay, he's, not for play I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin' and gimmicks I will end it, all that yappin' be finished You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jewels Twinkletoes you breakin' my heart You can't fuck with me go play somewhere, I'm busy And all you other cats throwin shots at Jigga You only get half a bar, fuck y'all niggaz