Lyrical Breakdown of It Ain't Hard to Tell (feat. National Symphony Orchestra) - Live - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "It Ain't Hard to Tell (feat. National Symphony Orchestra) - Live" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how undefined weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "It Ain't Hard to Tell (feat. National Symphony Orchestra) - Live" 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 undefined 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 undefined's narrative.

This lyrical analysis of "It Ain't Hard to Tell (feat. National Symphony Orchestra) - Live" not only celebrates undefined's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!

Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail The mic is contacted, I attract clientele My mic check is life or death, breathin' a sniper's breath I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps Deep like The Shining, sparkle like a diamond Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket linin' Hit the Earth like a comet-, invasion! Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin' 'Cause in my physical, I can express through song Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong I drink Moët with Medusa, give her shotguns in Hell From the spliff that I lift and inhale; it ain't hard to tell Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up Not stories by Aesop Place your loot up, parties I shoot up Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L School a fool well, you feel it like Braille It ain't hard to tell I kick a skill, like Shaquille holds a pill Vocabulary spills, I'm Ill plus Matic I freak beats, slam it, like Iron Sheik Jam like a TEC with correct techniques So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me I leave 'em froze, like heroin in your nose Nas will rock well; it ain't hard to tell Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) This rhythmatic explosion Is what your frame of mind has chosen I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggas is frozen Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin End like Leviathan, it's deep? Well, let me try again Wisdom be leakin' out my grapefruit, troop I dominate break loops, givin' mics men-e-strual cycles Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle And groove even smoother than moves by Villanova You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra Packin' like a Rasta in the weed spot Vocals will squeeze Glocks MCs eavesdrop, though they need not to sneak My poetry's deep, I never fell Nas' raps should be locked in a cell; it ain't hard to tell Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da (yeah!)