Lyrical Breakdown of ON FAUX NEM - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lupe Fiasco weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "ON FAUX NEM" 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 Lupe Fiasco employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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And they sing, singy-singy-sing-sing Singy-sing-sing-sing-sing Sing, mm-mm-hm I wish you were lying, oh, oh, oh Yes, I do I wish that you were lying I hope none of that comes true Rappers die too much That's it, that's the verse I wish that you were lying to me, oh, oh, oh Yes, I do I wish that you were lying to me I hope none of that comes true Yeah, silent reflection was the first verse's mission I ain't want to water it down with a whole bunch of conditions Just give it to you raw how a nigga really feelin' "Rappers get shot too much" probably has a lot more precision But that was the decision, and with that, I'ma stick I don't really support niggas 'cause the shit be making me sick Look at what we say in this bitch just to get rich Shoot a nigga right in the head don't even flinch Nah, nah we can't, we can't talk about that We gotta talk about something else I mean, because it's hypocritical, nigga, you got guns You surrounded by gangsters and killers, all your niggas Like, the fuck is you talkin' about? Nigga, talk about something else, talk about something else Nigga, talk about something else I've admired many cities through the windows of hotels From the window of a plane I've seen the window of a cell The plane started to fly, the rain started to fell Thats LaGuardia and Rikers, a airport next to a jail I took a picture looked like my window was crying 'Cause it was sad 'cause all they saw every day was somebody flying And they was trapped, this shit is wack But it was crack under my wall like a plaque Keep yours eyes on the prize and your thumbs on the apps Facts, I wish that they was lying in their raps How does that transpire To be so damned by God, you want your friends to be goddamned liars? All we talk about are our goddamned priors Shiny metal boxes on top of goddamned tires Goddamned tired If I say I didn't indulge, my pants would be on goddamn fire 'Cause I'm a part of the problem Sometimes the P, sometimes the roblem Fame, all in the name of martyrdom (yeah) I wish that you were lying What's the difference between a posthumous album And a life insurance policy? Spotify A dollar's worth what a dollar buy, go monetize I wish that you were lying to me Oh yes, I do, yeah I wish that you were lying to me I hope that none of that comes true, ooh Giving you a fourth, wanna make up for the first Only 'cause I know that you can take another verse Want the Quran to be a lie 'cause Hell sounds like it hurts Also want it to be real 'cause Heaven sounds like it's turnt Wear my conscience like a condom 'cause I don't wanna be burnt Wear my dharma like its armor 'cause I don't wanna return To the wheel of the quivering meat conception Sometimes I hide inside Kerouac for protection From the Thanksgiving where bears attacking the dressing Like Tekken, just lean back and tear into that refreshment Sometimes real life parallaxes in depression That's real Maybe not lie, maybe just chill (yo) Maybe not die, maybe just kill (wait, no) Maybe survive making a mil' Greetings wavy but wavy don't make you a Navy SEAL I wish that you were lying to me Oh yes, I do I wish that you were lying to me I hope that none of that comes true, ooh