Lyrical Breakdown of Amen (feat. Kanye West & Young Jeezy) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Amen (feat. Kanye West & Young Jeezy)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kanye West weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Amen (feat. Kanye West & Young Jeezy)" 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 Kanye West 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 Kanye West's narrative.

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In the midst of negativity A positive sight can be blurred And the visions that we thought were good Seems to let evil occur While still possessing our human form We live life searching for greatness since the day we was born And as we bow our heads at night, rich, wealthy Or poor with dislike, we pray, asking for forgiveness for our sinful ways With mind, body, spirit and faith, we pray Amen Yeah (amen), you like that right? (Amen) I wrote it myself by the way (amen) Yo, Young, Jeezy, Jizzle, Snowman (amen, amen) We gotta give the streets what they want, man (amen) Fuck the goddamn shit (amen) You gotta get it in, bruh, let's get it (amen) You like that, don't ya? I wrote it myself, by the way And I don't mean to be selfish, but I picture myself gettin' paid And you might catch pneumonia, 'cause I'm colder than an elf on a sleigh Uh, me and Pusha back on it, now everybody help us pray Lord, forgive my sins and all my friends Dollars make sense, I'm tryin' to get paid Tryna get saved? (Too late!) Time to get paid Got a gun and a stockin' mask, niggas thought I was tryna get waves I'ma let all y'all niggas pray for it, my young niggas knockin' off a K for it Sold my soul on the back end, only fuckin' way I'ma pay for it Front that shit you put a flame on, my niggas locked in a cage for They keep tellin' me to go hard, number one spot you was made for Yuugh! I made more, front of the grill, got a racehorse California Crayola red, "Glow In The Dark" like a Ye tour Fuck niggas steppin' in my lane for, not knowin' that it's a landmine? Soon as a nigga feel a cool breeze, throw the top up like a gang sign Red or blue, Crip or Blood, solitaires, diamond studs Like chandeliers, I'ma flood, black Jesus piece like it's dipped in mud Fashion gods, notice mine, rollerball spikes, I'm Pokémon Paris shit, Louis Vuitton, under bright lights, where do you belong? Please, Lord, yeah, it's gettin' realer everyday Niggas killin', niggas starvin', ay, 'cause they can't find no yay See the first they roll around and their bills they cannot pay So some be trappin', some be dyin', bow our heads and let us pray Amen Amen, how many people do you know hatin' On your downfall, sittin' there, waitin'? When you shine, I don't know what they gon' say then Everything I do now stadiums So tell me what they really gon' say to him And I'm headed straight to the ATM Finna go HAM, nigga finna go in Nigga you'll get it when pigs fly When Yeezy fake, Devil's pie Piece of cake, Kit-Kat I need a break, God's child Jesus Christ, club like a broken neck I need the ice, I need the lights, uhh In Egypt, they fightin' for freedom Cop pull you over, no reason, beat 'em Please Lord, yeah, it's gettin' realer everyday Niggas killin', niggas starvin', ay, 'cause they can't find no yay See the first they roll around and their bills they cannot pay So some be trappin', some be dyin', bow our heads and let us pray Amen I got them units packed in that black van like the A-Team Even seen 'em come two-tone like a Saleen (Saleen?) Saleen, yeah, that's a Mustang Break 'em down in the night, that's what I call hustlin' They say they want that dumb shit, well, this is ignorant Condo on the timepiece, yeah, now that's ignorant They like, "Young, you a fool", yeah, I coulda bought some real estate Instead, I bought a half a block and tried to sew up half the streets I'm on seventy five-seventy five, when they was going for the twenty-five Guess who's pickin' up a trey? Just an ordinary day With extraordinary pay, extraordinary risk Can't even explain, got an extraordinary wrist I talk it 'cause I lived it' man, this shit ain't really nothin' to me Tell ya like Sosa told Tony, "Don't you fuck with me" Please Lord, yeah, it's gettin' realer everyday Niggas killin', niggas starvin', ay, 'cause they can't find no yay See the first they roll around and their bills they cannot pay So some be trappin', some be dyin', bow our heads and let us pray Amen Amen, amen, amen, amen Amen, amen, amen, amen Amen, amen, amen, amen