Lyrical Breakdown of One Love (feat. National Symphony Orchestra) - Live - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "One Love (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 Nas weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "One Love (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 Nas 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 Nas's narrative.

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What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid

When the cops came, you shoulda slid to my crib

Fuck it, black, no time for looking back it's done

Plus congratulations, you know you got a son

I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?

Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper

Flippin', talk about he acts too rough

He didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm tellin' him stuff

I was like, "Yeah", shorty don't care, she a snake too

Fuckin' with the niggas from that fake crew that hate you

But yo', guess who got shot in the dome-piece

Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones beach, it's bugged

Plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime

Hangin' out with young thugs that all carry 9's

And night time is more trife than ever

What up with Cormega? Did you see him? Are y'all together?

If so, then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest

Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet

I left a half a hundred in your commissary

You was my nigga when push came to shove

(One what?) One love

One love, one love, one love, one love

Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong

Out in New York, the same shit is goin' on

The crack-heads stalkin', loud-mouths is talkin'

Hold, check out the story yesterday, when I was walkin'

The nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' somethin'

Word to mother, I heard him frontin'

And he be pumpin' on your block

Your man gave him your Glock

And now they run together, what up son? Whatever

Since I'm on the streets, I'ma put it to a cease

But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece

Wilin' on the island, but now in Elmira

Better chill, 'cause them niggas will put that ass on fire

Last time you wrote you said, they tried you in the showers

But maintain when you come home, the corner's ours

On the reals, all these crab niggas know the deal

When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal

But chill, see you on the next V-I

I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent ya flicks

Your brother's buck wilin' in four Maine, he wrote me

He might beat his case, 'til he come home I'll play it low key

So stay civilised, time flies

Though incarcerated, your mind dies

I hate it when your moms cries

It kinda wants to make me murder, for reala

I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs, but one love

One love, one love, one love, one love

Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack

Mind's in another world thinkin'

"How can we exist through the facts?"

Written in school text books, Bibles, etcetera

Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed

So I be ghost for my projects

I take my pen and pad for the weekend

Hittin' Ls while I'm sleepin'

A two-day stay, you may say I need the time alone

To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home

You see the streets have me stressed somethin' terrible

Fuckin' with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue

Or HDM, hit with numbers from eight to ten

A future in a maximum state pen is grim

So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop

Rollin' two phillies together, in the Bridge we call 'em "oo-wops"

He said, "Nas, niggas cold be bustin' off the roof

So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black tres-deuce"

He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep

Started coughin', one eye peeked to watch me speak

I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black

We was chillin' on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks

I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard

Keeps me blasted, he starts talkin' mad shit

I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him

'Cause when the pistol blows the one that's murdered be the cool one

Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up

Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up

Mistakes happen, so take heed, never bust up

At the crowd, catch him solo, make the right man bleed

Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul

Only 12 trying to tell me that he liked my style

Then I rose, wipin' the blunts ash from my clothes

Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose

And told my little man I'ma ghost, I broze

Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose

Words of wisdom from Nas, try to rise up above

Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love

One love, one love, one love, one love

One love