Lyrical Breakdown of Carry On Tradition - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Carry On Tradition" 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 "Carry On Tradition" 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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Yeah, niggas want to talk about this rap shit Niggas want to talk about this money About these cars, these homes, these labels Clothes, sneakers, big money shit Now everybody trying to get rich Now get rich niggas, fuck it Some rap pioneers be them crackheads When they speak, you see missin' teeth Silver chain with a silver piece Niggas your grandfather's age, they pants still hangin' down they legs Talkin' about they ain't paid And they hate you, 'cause they say you ain't pay dues And - was stealin' and robbin' them I feel it's a problem we gotta resolve Hip-Hop been dead, we the reason it died Wasn't Sylvia's fault or because MC's skills are lost It's because we can't see ourselves as the boss Deep-rooted through slavery, self-hatred The Jewish stick together, friends in high places We on some low level shit, we don't want niggas to ever win See, everybody got a label Everybody's a rapper, but few flow fatal It's fucked up, it all started from two turntables When they crown you and you rise up to your position Carry on tradition When they knight you, then you go to fight Go to war, don't petition, carry on tradition Carry on tradition, carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition Carry on tradition When you rep' what we rep', then carry on tradition Now some of these new rappers got their caps flipped backwards With their fingers intertwined in some gang-sign madness I got an exam, let's see if y'all pass it Let's see who can quote a Daddy Kane line the fastest Some of you new rappers, I don't understand your code You have your man shoot you, like in that Sopranos episode Do anything to get in the game, mixtapes You spit hate against bosses; hungry fucks are moralless You should be tossed in a pit full of unfortunate vocalists Niggas, I could've wrote your shit I had off-time, was bored with this I could've made my double-LP Just by samplin' different parts of Nautilus Still came five on the charts with zero audience The lane was open and y'all was droppin' that garbage shit Y'all got awards for your bricks - it got good to ya You started tellin' them bigger dogs to call it quits? (What?) When they crown you and you rise up to your position Carry on tradition When they knight you, then you go to fight Go to war, don't petition, carry on tradition Carry on tradition, carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition Carry on tradition When you rep' what we rep', then carry on tradition Now niggas got the studio poppin', it's mad clearer Engineers got his earplugs and still hear us The live-in-the-park sound versus the studio state of art sound We on the charts now From British Walkers and Argyles Look at us rap stars now, with our black cars now Fortune 500 listed, brunches, Cipriani's Sippin', blunted, with rich white guys around me Thick white girls around me, Chinese lined up Because I'm what? Every dime lust We used to be a ghetto secret; can't make my mind up If I want that or the whole world to peep it Now carry on tradition Fuck a bum wack rapper makin' his career out of dissin' Peace to the strugglin' artists and dead one's gone, we miss 'em I promise I carry on tradition When they crown you and you rise up to your position Carry on tradition When they knight you, then you go to fight Go to war, don't petition, carry on tradition Carry on tradition, carry on, ca-carry on, carry on tradition Carry on tradition When you rep' what we rep', then carry on tradition