Lyrical Breakdown of Deja Vu - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Deja Vu" 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 "Deja Vu" 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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(Verse 1) Through the lights, cameras and action; glamour, glitters and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I'm deceased, by then the beast'll rise like yeast To conquer peace, leavin' savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisons my son Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat nonchalantly I'm raunchy, but things I do is real, it never haunts me While, funny-style niggas roll in the pile Rooster-heads profile on a bus to Rikers Isle Holdin’ weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life Gettin' props is a true thug's wife It's like a cycle — niggas come home, some'll go in Do a bullet, come back, and do the same shit again From the womb to the tomb, I presume the unpredictable Guns salute life rapidly, that's the ritual (Chorus) Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women (Déjà Vu) It's like a whole new beginnin' Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women (Déjà Vu) It's like a whole new beginnin' Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women (Déjà Vu) It's like a whole new beginnin' Here's a toast to my foes, trees & women (Déjà Vu) It's like a whole new beginnin' (Verse 2) Blunts, thugs and alcohol — what a mixture Just picture your life as a whole judged in court, they convict ya They tellin' you your state of mind like you worthless, so he curses His mom's sayin' Bible verses, that's all she works with But miracles never leave the churches Instead, it hits the pockets of the preacher just to purchase A house with a swimming pool, labels me a sinnin' fool I'm just a nigga who inherited a winnin' jewel To be a trendsetter, whenever subject to respect this And all respect due is the essential To street life — hustlin’, the struggle, broke ghettos Boilin' coke settles slow inside a glass kettle Darren Levy on my TV, lifestyles of livin' easy Got my crew tense, plottin’ up gyps to get whips with BB's Pushin' cakes, knew anorexics with ten plates Celebratin' elevation in the seeds that we make So how you like that? (Chorus) Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women (Déjà Vu) It's like a whole new beginnin' Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women (Déjà Vu) It's like a whole new beginnin' Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women (Déjà Vu) It's like a whole new beginnin' Here's a toast to my foes, trees and women (Déjà Vu) It's like a whole new beginnin' (Verse 3) Escobar life, gems and raw Timbs Gators for pretty boy haters in Vegas with chicks trickin’ fortunes I'm glistenin', housing cops whistlin' Still I'm driftin' in a high, blunts is like insulin 95-I, I drive high, zonin' Stash box zone in my trunk, I flash knots, teeth golden Look at me now, Ma — blowin’, but how far? Cars, cash and bitches got me out more And things you never dreamed I could vouch for Snake niggas slither on their a-alikes I ain't a Christian, but I find that we pray alike Never the one to ask for the time to a saint A mask and 9, I think, will make my problems sink Down a canal, similar to how we drink Distinct diamond-flooded Sphinx shines on my links Drug money, snortin’ bitches in the end of time Got my mind 'til I flatline, nigga, gimme mine (Repeated outro) Déjà vu.... Déjà vu.... Déjà vu.... Déjà vu.... Déjà vu.... Déjà vu.... Déjà vu.... Déjà vu.... Déjà vu.... Déjà vu....