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

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Genesis (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 "The Genesis (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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Street's disciple, my raps are trifle

I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle

Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split

Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit

Verbal assassin, my architect pleases

When I was 12, I went to...

And you're sitting at home doing this shit

I should be earning a medal for this

Stop fuckin' around and be a man, there ain't nothin' out here for you

Oh yes, there is... This

Yo, Nas, yo what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio son

Chill chill, that's the shit God, chill

Aiyyo yo, pull down the shade, man

Let's count this money, nigga

Ayeo Nas, put the Jacksons and the Grants over there

You know what I'm sayin'

Cause we spendin' the Jacksons

You know how we get down baby

True, true

Nas, yo Nas, man shit is mad real right now in the projects

For a nigga yo, word to mother

All them crab-ass rappers

Be comin' up to me, man word to mother man

I think we need to let them niggas know it's real man

True indeed, knamsayin', but when it's real you doin' this

Even without a record contract, knamsayin'

No question

Been doin this since back then

No doubt

I'm sayin' regardless how it go down we gone keep it real

We tryin' to see many mansions and, and Coupes kid

No doubt, we gon keep it real, true, true

Aiyyo where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at man

Takin' niggas a long time, man

Who got the Phillies, take this Hennessy

Aiyyo Dunn

C'mon, c'mon, man stop wavin' that man

Stop pointin' that at me Dunn, take the clip out

Nigga alright but take this Hennessey man

I'm sayin' take the clip man, c'mon, take it out

Light them Phillies up man, niggas stop fuckin' burnin' Phillies man

Light some Phillies up then

Pass that henrock, pass that henrock, nigga, act like you know

Yo, we drinkin' this straight up with no chaser

I ain't fuckin' with you nigga

I'm saying though man

What is it, what is it baby

What is it Son, what is it

You know what time it is

I'm saying man, ya know what I'm saying

Niggas don't listen man, representin' it's Illmatic