Lyrical Breakdown of Affirmative Action (Saint Denis Style Remix) feat. Supreme NTM - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Nas weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Affirmative Action (Saint Denis Style Remix) feat. Supreme NTM" 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.
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Yeah, Affirmative Action, with my crew, NTM This is Nas Escobar International remix Chacun sa mafia, (chacun sa mille-fa) The Firm, baby, come wicked nigga Yo sit back, relax, catch ya contact, sip your cog-ni-ac And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat Sneak attack a new cat sit back, worth top dollar In fact touch mine's and I'll react like a Rottweiler Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint Catch em and break, undress 'em, tie 'em with tape no escape The Corleone, fettuccine Capone Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black Pas de Don Corleone dans mon quartier, mais Si tu déconnes jusqu'au bout faudra jouer pas les bonhommes Y a plus de place pour les rêves Ici quand on s'élève les rageurs te jettent l'œil Même les anges te crèvent Sache que l'union fait la force mais que la misère la divise Et qu'en période de crise chacun mise sur son biz Chacun sa mafia, chacun sa mille-fa Même l'état fonctionne comme ça Que d'la gouille-ma déguisée en secrets d'État The Firm, baby Chacun sa mafia, chacun sa mille-fa Aujourd'hui ça se passe comme ça The Firm, baby Chacun sa mafia Nas with NTM, yo the Firm connect Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like blind fury I shine jewelry sipping on crushed grapes, we lust papes And push cakes inside the casket at Just wake It's sickening, he just finished bidding upstate And now the projects, is talking that somebody gotta die shit It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique My man Smoke know how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me Life's a bitch but God forbid the bitch divorce me I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me Cuban cigars meeting Foxy at the Mosque Moving cars, your top papi Señor Escobar Pour tous mes VIPs, je le balance avec mes tripes, j'applique Rien nous affecte, cherche pas, y a même plus rien qui nous implique Même la vie nous tient à bout de bras, on œuvre dans l'ombre Ayant conscience de notre force, la force du nombre C'est comme ça qu'on prime dans cette putain de société parallèle On a le vent dans le dos prêt à voler de nos propres ailes Chez moi y a pas de trons-pa Non y a pas de place pour tout ça Dans mon quartier, mon gars J'ai vu que des gosses qui se bousillent en bas Seine-Saint-Denis style In the black Camaro Firm deep, all my niggas hail the blackest sparrow Wallabee's be the apparel Through the darkest tunnel I got visions of multimillions In the biggest bundle In the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle E Money bags got Moët Chandon Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do My whole team we shitting hard like Czar Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake skin Armani sweaters Carolina Herrera Be The Firm baby, from BK to the Bridge My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is So let's see, if we flip this other key Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak Plus a five hundred cut in half is two-fifty Now triple that times three We got three quarters of another ki The Firm baby, volume one