Lyrical Breakdown of How I Feel - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "How I Feel" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Juelz Santana weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "How I Feel" 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 Juelz Santana 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 Juelz Santana's narrative.

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[Intro] Man all I hear is Santana this, Santana that Santana you can't do this, Santana you can't do that Man why I can't I just smoke a blunt and be me That's how I feel. Okay it's Santana, I'm back again You know what man? What? What? This is... Yea You fuckas don't know a damn thing about me (Nope) A piece, a part, a hamstring about me The streets my heart you can't get it out me, it's You fuckas know me, it was a sharp throb in my bones I looked it was my own flesh, heart, and my bones, problems at home (Home) So I left them there, got up out the atmosphere Misery, loves company, I don't respect that there Dip Set on the posta, boy for coming so close to Being the black Lagrosta Nostra Jim is my big buzzin, Zeek's my big cousin Killa's my big nigga, also my big brother We are the Dip family, get a grip family Nothin alive can divide this family So come on roll with the Set, come on roll with the best The pain is felt niggaz know that you stressed (Oh) The game itself don't notice your stress You been left smokin, zoning on steps (No) That's not the way to go, but that's the way you'll go If you don't get up off you ass and find a way to go Streets to rap, yea that's the way I went Now its beats and rhymes, that's the way I pay the rent Fuck what ya think nigga Cause this is. Niggaz know me