Lyrical Breakdown of What Goes Around (feat. Keon Bryce) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What Goes Around (feat. Keon Bryce)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Nas feat. Keon Bryce weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "What Goes Around (feat. Keon Bryce)" 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 feat. Keon Bryce 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 feat. Keon Bryce's narrative.

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Yeah Ayo, it's poison, ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned, they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison Religion misoverstood is poison Niggas up in my hood be gettin' shot, given poison In hospitals, shots riddle the block, little Children and elderly women run for they lives Drizzlin' rain come out the sky every time somebody dies Must be out my fuckin' mind, what is this, the 100th time? Sendin' flowers to funerals, readin' Rest In Peace You know, the usual, death comes in threes "Life is short" is what some nigga said Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did And funny how these black-killer companies is makin' money off us Fast food, Cola, soda, Skull and Bone crosses, it's all poison Ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned, they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison Religion misoverstood is poison Sisters up in my hood try to do good, given choices When pregnant, drop out of school or have abortions Stop workin', hopin' that they find a man that will support them Up late night, on they mother's cordless Thinkin' a perm or bleachin' cream Will make them better, when they're gorgeous White girls tannin', liposuction Fake titties are implanted, fake lips, that's life destruction Light-skinned women, bi-racial Hateful toward themselves, denyin' even their blood I don't judge Tiger Woods But I overstand the mental poison that's even worser than drugs Yo, it's poison, ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned, they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison Religion misoverstood is poison Radio and TV poison, white Jesus poison And any thoughts of takin' me down is poison Who want beef now? My heat shall anoint 'em, plaow! Never to worry, all the wrong-doers Got it coming back to 'em a thousand times over Every dog has its day, and everything flips around Even the most greatest nation in the world has it coming back to 'em Everybody reaps what they sows, that's how it goes Innocent lives will be taken It may get worse, but we'll get through it, y'all, be strong! The China-men built the railroad, the Indians saved the Pilgrim And in return the Pilgrim killed 'em They call it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday "hell-day" 'Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy Me and my niggas share gifts every day like Christmas Slay bitches, and party everyday like this is the last I'm with my heckles, connectin' and we hittin' the lab This is my level, fuck if it get you mad It's all poison, all of my words to enemies, it is poison Rappers only talk about keys, it's all poison How could you call yourself MCs? You ain't poison Think about the kids you mislead with the poison And any thoughts of takin' me down is all poison Who want beef now? My heat shall anoint 'em, plaow! What goes around comes around, my nigga And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga What goes around comes around, my nigga And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey, light-skinned with herpes Fuckin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C This is the problem, 'cause he never tell 'em he got it From lettin' fags suck him off, Rikers Island in '93 Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties All the concerts, backstage where the stars be Rockin' they shirts in bitches faces like clockwork What's your name? Where you from? Chain blingin', thinkin' girls everywhere is dumb Takin' pride in ruinin' their lives So they could never have babies and they could never be wives He never used a condom; give him head? He got ya Met the wrong bitch and now he dead from the monster AIDS I contemplate, believin' in karma Those on top could just break and won't be eatin' tomorrow I know some bitches who be sleepin' on niggas' dreams They leave, when that nigga blow, she the first bitch on her knees Knowin' dudes that's neglectin' their seeds Instead of takin' care of 'em, they're spendin' money on trees I pray for you, deadbeat daddies 'Cause when them kids get grown It's too late for you, now you old and you gettin' shitted on It's all scientific, mystic, you know, the Earth and the stars Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas What is destined shall be George Bush-killer 'til George Bush kills me Much blessings, be healthy, remember What goes around comes around, my nigga And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga What goes around comes around, my nigga And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga