Lyrical Breakdown of Get Light - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Get Light" 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 "Get Light" 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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Ladies Fellas I know some of the most intelligent women in the world Is listenin' right now And all the realest brothers is like, uh Get light with it Day party to midnight with it Ice wet like a fire hydrant hit it While the girls double dutch, I double my digits Dice game pop, peace and one love to my niggas New York, New York All sorts of bosses who walk the walk Look how long the blocks is Ruthless, close range, they shoot shit Wall Street, racquetball, oysters, masseuses Bourgeoisie, the mood y'all be Then it's back to the hood where you knew I'd be Driver's license and the face card, two IDs Get light off the rosé (uh) bottle we sip New shorty in my life, she my lottery pick And if the economy slips, she gon' ride with the kid City Girl like JT, MIA to the Bridge Get light Get light with it Get light Yo, Hit-Boy, hold up, bring it back Yeah Get light with it Day party to midnight with it Ice sweat like a fire hydrant hit it While the girls double dutch, I double my digits ATVs, quads with speed Doin' wheelies, black Lanvin sneaks Family first, a holiday feast I constantly seek Moments like this is peace to say the least We used to play ball when girls watched we played smoother I had to try to be like Mike, a cool 3-point shooter Couldn't be the loser, takin' Gatorade from the cooler Summer, Fall, Winter, New York girls smokin' hookah Grown ladies with Mercedes Benz keys and chimneys Friendly as little kids on 10-speeds Makes me want to have another seed, I'm simply Gettin' light on the track, Ripley's Believe It or Not I'm still the cream of the crop I was just the tender age of eighteen on the charts Wasn't even dreamin' this far, believe who you are The sun doesn't even know it's a star Get light with it Day party to midnight with it Ice wet like a fire hydrant hit it While the girls double dutch, I double my digits Dice game pop, peace to my hustlin' niggas New York, New York All sorts of bosses who walk the walk Look how long the blocks is Ruthless, long range they shoot shit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and party And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party and party