Lyrical Breakdown of F.U.T.W. ) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "F.U.T.W. )" 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 "F.U.T.W. )" 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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Just let me be great, let me be great I feel like mothafuckin' Cassius Clay right now, Genius! Don't be good my nigga, be great After that government cheese, we eating steak After the projects, now we on estates I'm from the bottom, I know you can relate Fuck up the world Let's fuck up this world Fuck up the world Me and destiny got a date Martin had a dream, Hov got a team My chain already heavy, don't let me get a ring Parades down Flatbush, Confetti on my fur Turn right in Red Hook, niggas heavy on the curb See most my niggas died early twenties or late teens I'm just trying to come from under the thumb of this regime 1% of a billion more than niggas ever seen Still they wanna act like it's an everyday thing, clean Fuck up this world Fuck up this world Fuck up this world Fuck up the uh High Yellow sky dweller and the rose gold Legend of the summer in the Rose Bowl Came through Pasadena in the low low Just to show respect to the cholos Feelin' like a stranger in my own land Got me feeling like Brody in Homeland I just want a shot to show my genius Standing on the top hold my penis America tried to emasculate the greats Murder Malcolm, gave Cassius the shakes Wait, tell them rumble young man rumble Try to dim your lights tell you be humble You know I'm gon' shine like a trillion watts You know a nigga trill as Michael Jackson socks Sendin' light out to Compton and the hundred blocks Lil bastard boy, basking on top Fuck up this world Let's fuck up this world Let's fuck up the world Let's fuck up this world Fuck up the uh Sipping D'USSE boy this ain't your daddy yak He in a Cadillac; me? I'm in the Maybach This ain't grey sweat suits and white tube socks This is black leather pants and a pair of Stance Socks is my synopsis is clear Got strip clubs feeling like Oxford, I swear Teacher teacher, I'm trying to unteach ya All the shit they taught y'all, they got you all in the bleachers When you front row at the Knicks game, those the Spike Lees You front row everywhere, you in the H.O.V.'s Jordan 1's and dungarees And that's just the half of my warpath Make a million another million let my niggas make a million 'til we all check a billion, shit it's just the way I'm feeling We have yet to see a ceiling, we just top what we top Cause the bars don't struggle and the struggle don't stop Let's fuck up this world Let's fuck up this world Let's fuck up the world Let's fuck up the world Let's fuck up the world Fuck up this world