Lyrical Breakdown of ROC Army - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "ROC Army" 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 "ROC Army" 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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Roc, yeah y'all it's the Roc
"Memph, Memph, Memph, Memph Bleek" [--- Memphis Bleek
(Roc-a-fella is the Army)
"Mac, Mac, Mac" [--- Beanie Sigel
"Sparks, O" [--- Jay-Z
(Roc-a-fella is the Army)
"Lil Chris, Lil Neef" [--- Beanie Sigel
(Roc-a-fella is the Army)
"Killa," "Cam'Ron" [--- Cam'Ron
("R-O-C Niggas") [--- Jay-Z
(Roc-a-fella is the Army)
Cam'Ron, Freeway What
Illest since the Row had it, nigga now the Roc got it
Nigga get you blocka'ed lean em like a dope addict
Hov the hustler, CD's a coke habit
Ya dancing wit the devil, muh'fuckas is slow draggin (C'MON)
Hov is big homie, Beanie is the co-captain
I'll A.K. ya tee, don't forget about Free
Chris and Neef, Sparks and Oski
All my niggas on the streets get low with M. Bleek (Whew!)
Who the fuck want what
It's the newest addition, mathematician
Cracks in the kitchen, multiplication
Rocks that I slash with precision
Killa Cam Motherfucker
We got gats tearin the basement
Mac in the car, clap from a distance
(Kill ya man motherfucker)
They track stars, half of them racin
Run from the gate, straight to the district
These hatin niggas testing my patience (C'mon)
Reach for the Smith-n
? Joey froggy bucky? man about these bucks
Dudes wanna get there burners and buck me (Sparks, Oschino!)
Send they young bucks to trump me
Separate me from the family
Bottle me up, that's why keep the Nina
Guns drawn, no reasons, no speeches
Just hollows heat seakin (C'mon!)
You really wanna piece of the Roc?
Nigga get you blocka'ed
Ayo, Chris wanna see blood (Young)
It's on sight like a Crip when he see Blood
Young Chris be easy, it's ya boy Peedi
Roll wit me or ride against me
Make it look easy how I empty out in ya Bentley
I'm a close range shooter, blow flames out the Ruger
Losins for Losers, I got my zoo back from the devil and I could
Cut ya face and throw the knife in the swewy
The block captain, clappin a gatlin at Sam Bouey