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