Lyrical Breakdown of You're da Man - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "You're da Man" 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 "You're da Man" 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, uh, yo They plan was to knock me out the top of the game But I overstand, they truth is all lame I hold cannons that shoot balls of flame Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name Nas, too real, Nas, true king It's however you feel, go 'head, you swing Your arms too short to box with God I don't kill soloists, only kill squads Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas?" Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys I seen it coming Soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna do what I do Came in with my style, so I fathered you I kept changing on the world since "Barbeque" Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said If I, ever make a record, I take a cheque And put something away for a rainy day to make my exit But look at me now, ten years deep Since the project bench with crack in my sock, asleep I never asked to be top of rap's elite Just a ghetto child tryna learn the crafts of the streets But look at me now You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man Now wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars And diamond rings can poison a rap star Was suicidal, high, smoking so much lye I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky Wish I could flap wings and fly away To where black kings in Ghana stay So I could get old, my flesh rot away But that'll be the day when it's peace When my gat don't need to spray When these streets are safe to play Sex with death, indulge in these women Vision my own skeleton swimming in eternal fire Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds I beg for God's help, why they love hurting me? I'm your disciple, a thug certainly I'm the N, the A to the S-I-R If I wasn't, I must've been Escobar .45 in my waist, staring at my reflection In the mirror, sitting still in the chair like Mike Concepcion When everything around me got cloudy The chair became a king's throne, my destiny found me It was clear why the struggle was so painful Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to And God, I'm so thankful You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man