Lyrical Breakdown of Primetime - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Primetime" 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 "Primetime" 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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We in the time of our lives baby (b-baby)
Turn the music up, Primetime
(B-b-baby, b-b-baby, baby, b-b-baby)
Yeah, Primetime, Beat by Dion, Our third eon
That's what the f**k we on
Mo' money, 40 year old phenom
Our 15 minutes of fame has stretched beyond
At 42 be better than 24, I carried the 4-5, mastered 48 laws
Still wearing my 23's they can't f**k with the boy
As far as them 16's, I'm 23 of it all
Primetime, riding that 6 deuce
That 9-11 I only subtract the roof
Started in 88', Got warm in 92', I landed in 96'
That's the year I came through
I hit the club, ordered some Grey Goose
Switched it for Ciroc to give Puff's stock a boost
New money, I found the fountain of youth
I'm headed to Miami to f**k up the Fontaine Bleu
A case of Ace, make it 2, Ni**a we rolling, beat the deuce
The night is young, what the f**k we gon' do (ooh)
(Baby, baby, baby)
The night is young, what the f**k you wanna do, huh
(Baby, baby, baby)
The night is young, what the f**k we gon' do, huh
(Baby, baby, baby)
The night is young, what you really wanna do, huh
(Baby, baby, baby)
Primetime, basking in the lime
Cassius in his prime, Coloring out of the line
Cause they don't want nobody that's colored out of the lines
So I'm late as a mother***er, colored people time
Damn Yeezy, they all gotta be dimes?
Well, Adam gave up a rib so mine better be prime
Ni**as gon kill me, I swear they better be lying
I never live in fear, I'm too out of my mind
Primetime, never hit these heights
I mean it's like, it's like our first 1st class flight
I'm trippin' on it, socks on marble floors
I'm slippin' on it, Champagne, I'm sippin' on it
Sh*t taste different, don't it?
You know what, you right
It's like the best damn champagne I had in my life
"When you coming home" That's a text from my wife
I told her, run a bubble bath
And float in that mother***er like a hovercraft
And soak in that mother***er til I call you back
I mean who says sh*t like that, and doesn't laugh (un-huh)
(Baby, baby, baby)
The night is young, what the f**k you wanna do, huh
(Baby, baby, baby)
The night is young, what the f**k we gon' do, huh
(Baby, baby, baby)
The night is young, what you really wanna do, huh
(Baby, baby, baby)