Lyrical Breakdown of Mr. Carter - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Wayne feat. JAY-Z weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Mr. Carter" 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 Lil Wayne feat. 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 Lil Wayne feat. JAY-Z's narrative.

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(Yo, Drew and Inf, this, this right here is cray)

(I-I feel big)

(Like not, not big in the sense of weight, you know what I mean?)

(Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that, like colossal)

(Like, you know what I mean, like)

(I heard you were lookin' for me)

Hey, Mr. Carter (hello)

Tell me, where have you been? (haha, you know)

'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching

They've been wondering why (I know)

Hey, Mr. Carter (hey, hello)

Tell me, where have you been? (shit, you know)

'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching

They've been wondering why (hahaha)

Yeah, to you forever, from me to you

I heard somebody say "Church", I'ma need a suit

I'ma need a Coupe, I won't need a roof

Flyer than "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice"

I got the flow, I'm tryin' to see the roof

Didn't wear a bulletproof

So I got shot and you can see the proof

Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth

Wonder if Stevie do? But I'ma leave it to God

Not Beaver, neither you

'Cause I'ma murder Y, kill O and even U

Man, I got Summer hatin' on me

'Cause I'm hotter than the Sun

Got Spring hatin' on me 'cause I ain't never sprung

Winter hatin' on me 'cause I'm colder than y'all

And I will never, I will never, I will never fall

I'm being hated by the seasons

So fuck y'all who hatin' for no reason

Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him)

Tell me, where have you been?

(Around the world and I'm back again)

'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching

(Who's been askin' about me?)

They've been wondering why? (In case you wonderin'! Hah!)

Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him)

Tell me, where have you been?

(Around the world now I'm back again)

'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching

(Who's been askin' about me?)

They've been wondering why? (In case you wonderin'! Hah!)

Yeah, I been in and out the bank, bitch

While y'all asshole niggas been on the same shit

I flush and watch 'em go down the drain quick

Two words you never hear: "Wayne quit!"

'Cause Wayne win and they lose

I call them April babies, 'cause they fools

And when they snooze, we up

Feet up, like a paraplegia

Or paraplegic? I parallel park

In that red-and-yellow thing, old school Atlanta Hawk

Like I'm from Kalepo, but I'm from Hollygrove

Now all my Bloods scream "Su-Woo" and "Da-da-do"

I know my role and I play it well

And I weigh it well, on my Libra scale

I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave it there

Long hair, don't even care (ya!)

Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him)

Tell me, where have you been?

(Around the world, now I'm back again)

'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching

(Who's been askin' about me?)

They've been wondering why? (In case you wonderin')

Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him)

Tell me, where have you been?

(Around the world, now I'm back again)

'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching

(Who's been askin' about me?)

They've been wondering why?

(In case you wonderin', chyeah)

I'm right here in my chair with my crown and my dear

Queen B, as I share mic time with my heir

Young Carter, go farther, go further, go harder

Is that not why we came? And if not, then why bother?

Show no mercy to Murcielago

So far from bein' the bastard that Marcy had fathered

Now my name's being mentioned with the martyrs

The Biggies and the Pacs and the Marleys and the Marcuses

Garvey, got me a molotov-cocktail

Flow even if you box well, can't stop the blows

Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room

The dope boy, I just came off the spoon

Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto-

Pilot, while guys just stare at my wardrobe

I see Euros, that's right: plural

I took so much change from this rap game, it's your go

(Hey Mr. Carter) Young!

It's my go, yeah

And I'ma go so opposite of soft

Off the richter, Hector, Camacho Man, Randy Savage

Far from average, above status-quo

Flow, so pro

I know I ride slow, and when I pass

They say, "What up, Killa?"

Man, stop bringin' up my past!

And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay Z

Don't forget Weezy, baby

Hey, Mr. Carter (Amen)

Tell me, where have you been? (Yeah)

'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching

They've been wondering why? (Haha)

Hey, Mr. Carter (Amen)

Tell me, where have you been? (Hova!)

'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Weezy)

They've been wondering why? (Baby)

Hey, Mr. Carter (hahaha)

Tell me, where have you been? (I been hustlin')

'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching

(Hustlin' hard) They've been wondering why?

(Chyeaa) Hey, Mr. Carter

And I swear to everything, when I leave this Earth

It's gonna be on both feet, never knees in the dirt

And you can try me, fucker, but when I squeeze, it hurt

Ahh, we'll lose two lives: yours and mine

Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve

At the funeral parlor, drippin' tears down my sleeve

Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve