Lyrical Breakdown of The Watcher 2 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Watcher 2" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Jay-Z feat. Dr. Dre, Rakim & Truth Hurts weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "The Watcher 2" 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 feat. Dr. Dre, Rakim & Truth Hurts 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 feat. Dr. Dre, Rakim & Truth Hurts's narrative.

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Things just ain't the same for gangstas But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters All of these rap singers claiming they bangers Doing all sorts of twisted shit with their fingers Disrespecting the game, no home training or manners I was doing this shit when you was shitting your Pampers I was moving them grams before you knew what a hand in hand was Ducking the vans, radars, the scanners Before you knew what "hard white" or "tan" was I was hitting the turnpike, aight, with the bammers I was nice with my hands, cuz aight with them hammers I was pricking my finger before you knew what a "Fam" was I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was 300 mil later, now you understand us Y'all ain't see us coming through Vegas You ever seen so much cham' bust in One night, grand fucked up one fight I was on the Peter Pan bus You was putting Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fucking with whom? Allow me to retort You cowards is just now learning the shit that we taught You niggas ain't know about a Robb Report About a high speed Porsche, i.e You niggas ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door Like Eric B. for Pres, respect me in this bitch! You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut You was sucking 'em so long, fucking your little neck up Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game It's only right I got the right to be king Niggas that got life really like what I sing Cause they know what it's really like, niggas feel my pain Know the shit I don't write be the Illest shit that's ever been recited In the game word to the hyphen in my name! J-A-Y, Dash, Hoffa The past, present, nigga the future, proper The holy trinity of hip-hop is us We give Dre his props but that's where it stops, it's the Roc I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watching me But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me You try, but what you think you saw Ain't what you thought you saw You better off not looking at all (Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as before People I used to know, just don't know me no more But everywhere that I go, I got people I know Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low) I'm still on top of the game Still dropping flames, still cock and aim Still at the top had to rock for the fame Over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came You seen it all, how I got, how I gained The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim The streets, they made a special spot for my name Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins The pride and the pain All the way back from the rise of my name See the world clear through the eyes of themane See the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane The eyes that I played, the best to emerge in the game is the Watcher I'm Rated R, my brain contains graphics thangs It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it Take away the added profit, it's catastrophic I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny In the place where the number one cause of death is money You can try copin', I've seen enough shit To leave your frame of mind broken, I'm still alive and scopin' Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in And I'mma die with my eyes open, the watcher