Lyrical Breakdown of I Gave You Power - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Nas weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I Gave You Power" 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 Nas employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Damn!

Look how mo'fuckers use a nigga

Just use me for whatever the fuck they want

I don't get to say shit

Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want

Sell me, throw me away

Niggas just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me, right?

Like I'm a f-, I'm a gun, shit

It's like I'm a motherfucking gun

I can't believe this shit

Word up, word up

I seen some cold nights and bloody days

They grab me, bullets spray

They use me wrong, so I sing this song to this day

My body is cold steel, for real

I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed

Under car seats, they sneak me in clubs

Been in the hands of mad thugs

They feed me when they load me with mad slugs

17 precisely, one in my head

They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead

I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns

Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, living harshly

Beat up and battered

They pull me out, I watch as niggas scattered

Making me kill, but what I feel, it never mattered

When I'm empty, I'm quiet, finding myself fiending to be fired

A broken safety, niggas place me in shelves, under beds

So I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred

Keeping me full up with hollow heads

How you like me now? I go blaow

It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul

I might have took your first child

Scarred your life, crippled your style

I gave you power, I made you buck-wild

How you like me now? I go blaow

It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul

I might have took your first child

Scarred your life, crippled your style

I gave you power, I made you buck-wild

Always I'm in some shit

My abdomen is the clip, the barrel's my dick

Uncircumcised, pull my skin back and cock me

I bust off when they unlock me

Results of what happens to niggas shock me

I see niggas bleeding, running from me in fear

Stunningly, tears fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys

For years, I've been used in robberies

Giving niggas heart to follow me

Placing peoples in graves, funerals made 'cause I was sprayed

I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade

Met a wrecked-up TEC with numbers on his chest that say

5-2-0-9-3-8-5 and zero

Had a serial defaced, hoping one day, police would place

Where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him

Tired of murdering, made him wanna be a plain gun

But yo, I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on

I make myself jam right in my owner's hand

How you like me now? I go blaow

It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul

I might have took your first child

Scarred your life, or crippled your style

I gave you power, I made you buck-wild

How you like me now? I go blaow

It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul

I might have took your first child

Scarred your life, or crippled your style

I gave you power, I made you buck-wild

Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised

Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides

Besides me, it's bullets, two vests and then a nine

There's a grenade in a box, and that TEC that kept crying

'Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty, it's clear

He's 'bout to fall to pieces 'cause of his murder career

Yo, I can hear somebody coming in

Open the shelf, his eyes bubbling

He said it was on, I felt his palm troubled him

Shaking, somebody stomped him out, his dome was aching

He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waiting

My creation was for Blacks to kill Blacks

It's gats like me that accidentally go off, making niggas memories

But this time, it's done intentionally

He walked me outside, saw this cat

Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?"

He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong

Knowing niggas is waiting in Hell for him

He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood

Sick of them thugs, sick of wrath of the next man's grudge

What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt

A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase

My owner fell to the floor, his wig split

So fast, I didn't know he was hit, it's over with

Heard mad niggas screaming, niggas running, cops is coming

Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me

Damn!