Lyrical Breakdown of Modern Day - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Modern Day" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Jeezy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Modern Day" 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 Jeezy 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 Jeezy's narrative.
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Woo, yeah
(Cannon, Cannon)
(Being Black nigga is just like a modern day crime)
(Mo-mo-mo-modern day crime)
They say I fell off, I bounced back
I got it in me
Hustle fully automatic, dawg, don't do no semi
Seven day grind theory, dawg hustle-viili
That's why I got that "Thug motivation" 'cross my belly
You confusing me with them, dawg, must be a mix up
Lots to celebrate, yeah, pour me up a big cup
Nigga, I ain't dead, I ain't in the penitentiary
All the shit I did, yeah, I coulda did a century
Nigga, I was plotting on this in elementary
Third period holding my vision pockets empty (damn)
Please don't tell me I can't do it, that would tempt me
What you know about adversity? I tell 'em plenty (let's go)
All these chains on, feel like a modern day slave
Ten year sentence, that's a modern day grave
Real estate nigga, that's a modern day flex
Seven figure nigga, that's a modern day check (let's go)
Self made nigga, that's a modern day grind
Being Black, nigga, that's a modern day crime
If he got a badge that's an modern day opp
Motivation 'cross my belly like a modern day Pac
A soldier dies one time, coward dies a million
Came back reincarnated, what a feeling?
Forever I'm immortal, now you can't kill my spirit
Why they always hating on your name? 'Cause they fear it
Gave them all of me like John, I'm a legend
Word to Bush drug war, nigga, I'm a veteran
Post dramatic stress from the pain, I need some morphine
Cash rules everything around me, need some more cream
If I die tonight, wonder if heaven got a Ghetto
Me and my girlfriend on brown liquor getting mellow
Sipping brown, blowing green, yeah that thug passion
Y'all thought that I was done done, that's all a thug asking
All these chains on, feel like a modern day slave
Ten year sentence, that's a modern day grave (what's up?)
Real estate nigga, that's a modern day flex
Seven figure nigga, that's a modern day check (let's go)
Self made nigga, that's a modern day grind
Being Black, nigga, that's a modern day crime (yeah)
If he got a badge that's an modern day opp
Motivation 'cross my belly like a modern day Pac
(All these chains on, feel like a modern day slave)
(Like-like, like a modern day slave)
(Being Black, nigga, is like a modern day crime)
(Modern, mo-mo-modern day crime)
(Self made nigga, that's a modern day grind)
(Mo-mo-modern day grind)
(Being Black, nigga, is like a modern day crime)
(I'm like a modern day Pac)