Lyrical Breakdown of Street Dreams - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Street Dreams" 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 "Street Dreams" 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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Uh, what, what, uh Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty For real G, I'ma fulfill my dream If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream The first trip without the clique Sent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million Without the FBI catching feelings Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something From fat cat to papi, n- see the cat Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet Two sips from bein alcoholic Nine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it My man saw it like Dionne Warwick A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with The cartel Argentina coke with the nina Up in the hotel, smoking on sessamina Trina got the fishscale between her The way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins B- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM Word is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something Growing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing Cars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me The street raised me up, giving a fuck I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack money With all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt With Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something "Yeah nigga, what?" "Oh, sh-!" "Queensbridge, boy, what? Yo, what?" "Yo, they shot dun, dawg!" "Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-" "Look! We on his back right now We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!" "I want some more n-, come on!" "Yo, come on run, yo!" "Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!" "Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!" "Yo, I twisted that kid, right?" "Yeah the hell you did, man" "Yo why you-" "Yo, yo, come on though" (Oh, sh-) "Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo" "You think somebody peeped that?" "Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o- Get rid of the heat, yo!" "F- that!" "Get rid of the heat, yo" "C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon" "We gotta bounce, yo!" "Let's bounce!"