Lyrical Breakdown of Welcome to New York City - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Welcome to New York City" 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 "Welcome to New York City" 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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Turn the motherfucking music up
Just Blaze, man, you owe me, nigga
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Welcome to the Empire State, home of the World Trade
Birthplace of Michael Jordan
Home of Biggie Smalls (welcome to New York City)
Roc-A-Fella headquarters (welcome to New York City), ladies and gentlemen
Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World (welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck-up (welcome to New York City)
I'm a BK brawler, Marcy Projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I bring 'em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer
But it's gonna cost you more if I gotta get 'em to Florida
Rucker game attender with the Bent parked
On the sidewalk with the temp plates on the fender
I ain't hard to find, you catch me front and center
At the Knick game, big chain in all my splendor
Next to Spike if you pan left to right
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight with Cam
Once again if you pan left of his ice
It be the man that write checks with the hand that don't write
I go off the head when I'm rambling on the mic
And I throw off the feds when I'm scrambling at night
And it was often said I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam? (Ya, damn right)
It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost Towers
We still banging, we never lost power, tell 'em
Welcome to New York City
Welcome to New York City
Y'all fucking with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger, there's nothing left to say but, oh (Killa)
Welcome to New York City (uh)
Welcome to New York City (yo, Killa)
There's a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from (word?)
It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one (one)
You'll get eight from the nine-M, straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one (one)
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two on the waist, two on the ankle, two to just spank you (faggot)
You get jammed with them jammers, blammed with them blammers
Hot here, ask Ma$e, he ran to Atlanta (minister)
You think you know what life do, mink on the motorcycle
Trinkets they so delightful, blinging in so much ice fool (bling)
In front of Sparks body, Castellano
Block away watch by Gotti and Gravano (c'mon)
It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf ya chauffeur (over)
Coke they raise up and snort
Blaze up ya fort, Jay, Puff, Shyne, cases was caught (kept mine low)
Midnight, pick fights (uh-huh), another victim
Watch him 'fore he watch you (get 'em), Killa
Welcome to New York City (uh-huh)
Welcome to New York City
It's the home of 9-11 (uh-huh), the place of the lost Towers
We still banging, we never lost power, tell 'em
Welcome to New York City (it's the Roc)
Welcome to New York City
Y'all fucking with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger, there's nothing left to say but, oh (for what?)
Welcome to New York City
Welcome to New York City (listen, yo)
I'm from 101, West to Hund-fortieth, the shit is live
Fifth floor, 56, you know the zip, district five
You're on 22nd (22nd), hit you from two-one (one)
That's on Lenox, 7th Ave was News One
Coverage at Centre Street, got Brafman defending me
'Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentiary
The judge said, "Is this that thug from the Kit-Kat club?"
But I got enough chips stacked up to make the bitch back up (Killa)
I pitch that bud and I grip that snub to hit that thug
Lay up in a pitch black tub
You looking at rich black thugs that get that love
And we won't stop 'til I get back blood, holla at 'em, Hov
I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day (uh-huh), murder you in the dark
That's why the Johnny gun I'm holding (what?)
Wet niggas up like the Johnny-pump is open, homie, I play hard (uh-huh)
It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost Towers
We still banging, we never lost power, tell 'em
Welcome to New York City
Welcome to New York City
Y'all fucking with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger, there's nothing left to say but, oh
Welcome to New York City
Welcome to New York City (uh-huh)
Y'all niggas, man, y'all can't fuck around, man
It's the Roc, bitch, Killa (welcome to New York City)
My nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans (welcome to New York City)
Diplomats, man, Hoffa, Dash
Get the fuck off our dick, no homo (welcome to New York City)
Bullshit, whatever y'all wanna say for two minutes, man (welcome to New York City)
I own this shit right now, man, I ain't going nowhere
Welcome to New York City