Lyrical Breakdown of Life's a Bitch / Street Dreams (Live at Webster Hall, NYC - Dec. 17, 2002) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Life's a Bitch / Street Dreams (Live at Webster Hall, NYC - Dec. 17, 2002)" 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 "Life's a Bitch / Street Dreams (Live at Webster Hall, NYC - Dec. 17, 2002)" 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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We only get one life y'all
Where my weed smokers at in this motherfucker?
This a old school joint for y'all (uh, ooh)
This for my old school niggas (oh)
I woke up early on my born day, 20, it's a blessin'
Essence of adolescence leaves my body, I'm fresh
Physical frame is celebrated, I made it
One quarter through life, some godly-like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual, plus some
Load up the mic and bust one
My skull, 'cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain
Don't go against the grain
When I was young at this, I used to do my thing hard
Robbin' foreigners, take they wallets, they jewels and rip they (green cards)
Dipped to the hood, flashin' my quick cash
Got my first piece of ass (smokin' blunts with hash)
Now it's all about cash in abundance
Niggas I used to run with is rich or doin' years in the hundreds
I switched my motto; instead of sayin', "Fuck tomorrow!"
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
And times I look back, loose cracks produce stacks
Cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
Time is Illmatic, keep static like wool fabric
Pack a four-matic to crack your whole cabbage
Say life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
('Cause you never know when you're gonna go)
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for something
Let's go back y'all (uh)