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

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Represent (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 "Represent (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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Represent, represent

Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle

Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble

The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals

Who don't care, guzzlin' beers, we all stare

At the out-of-towners they better break north

Before we get the four pounders, and take their face off

The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasin' brothers

The D's on the roof tryin' to watch us and knock us

And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters

I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a glock for

The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners

Thinkin' it can't happen 'til I trap 'em and clap 'em

And leave 'em done, won't even run about gods

I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards

Nas is a rebel of the street corner

Pullin' a TEC out the dresser, police got me under pressure

Represent, represent

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella

Moët drinkin', marijuana smokin' street dweller

Who's always on the corner, rollin' up blessed

When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess

Cold be walkin' with a bop and my hat turned back

Love committin' sins and my friends sell crack

This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue

The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one

'Cause life ain't shit but stress, fake niggas and crab stunts

So I guzzle my Hennessy while pullin' on mad blunts

The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator

The type of nigga who be pissin' in your elevator

Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game

Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames

Now I'm into fat chains, sex and TECs

Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's

Represent, represent

No doubt, see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about

Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan

Around the time when Shante dissed the real Roxane

I used to wake up every mornin', see my crew on the block

Every day's a different plan that had us runnin' from cops

If it wasn't hangin' out in front of cocaine spots

We was at the candy factory, breakin' the locks

Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man

Fuck a yard, God, let me see a hundred grand

Could use a gun son, but fuck bein' a wanted man

But if I hit rock bottom then I'm a be the Son of Sam

Then call the crew to get live too

With Swoop, Bokeem, my brother jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow

Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit

My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it

It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs

Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, one love

Represent y'all, represent

One time for your motherfuckin' mind

This goes out to everybody in New York

That's livin the real fuckin' life

In every projects, all over

To my man, Big Will, he's still here

The 40 side of Vernon

My man Big L.E.S.

Big Cee-Lo from the Don

Shawn Penn, the 40 Busters

My crew the shorty busters

The 41st side of Vernon posse

The Goodfellas

My man Cormega, Lakid Kid

Can't forget Drawers, the Hillbillies

My man Slate, Wallethead

Black Jay, Big Oogie

Crazy Barrio spot (Big Dove)

We rock shit a lot, PHD

And my man Preemo, from Gang Starr

'94 real shit y'all (word up Harry O)

Fuck y'all crab-ass niggas though

(Bitch ass niggas)

Bitch ass motherfucker

Come to Queensbridge, motherfucker

Yeah, yeah

Let's bring it back

That's just a warm-up

'Cause I can- on anybody, anybody