Lyrical Breakdown of Money Over Bullshit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Money Over Bullshit" 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 "Money Over Bullshit" 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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My niggas got scarred grills, skully hats and gats be fully's Brrrat, cars peel, the East Coast cartel Rats get their tails snapped and trapped The snitches in the streets and the snitches who rap Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of ya Coroner choruses sung from The Bridge to Astoria Dreams of fallin' in the elevator, passin' floors Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad luck prayers Picture your tarot cards and bodyguards getting sprayed up Sabotagin' my makeup, my watches get laced up Even if they indicted Jacob Forensics, paramedics, carry cowards off Defibrillators shock to your chest, try to cough They die and hit Hell from an iron I'm fly in YSL, I'm paid from this shit Got bitches high as hell, and they fucking like AIDS don't exist They get sent to your hotel, a maid and shit Put a barrel in a capo mouth, 'til his scalp come out You a kid, you don't live what you rap about King poetic, too many haters to count Too much paper to count, QB, bitch Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper, black carpet Thinking about which nigga to target You kill a nigga today, he lives forever So I plotted out smarter, there'll be no martyrs Black TEC on the table, Mag .44 Black negligee on my bitch, she's at the door Black fish eggs, nigga, that's the caviar You niggas fish-made, y'all niggas is fifth grade Niggas, it's fifty ways to dissect the General If I give ya the top five, you will not survive Rule 1: cocksucker, keep my name from your tongue Rule 2: thought you knew don't fuck with God's Son Rule 3: see, matter fact, I just wait If y'all reach top five, then I'ma eat y'all alive Each one of you guys that claim Hip-Hop is still alive Like y'all ain't in agreement with Nas I said it's dead motherfucker, it's dead, bitch Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength From crack pushers to Lac' pushers and ambushers And morticians to fortresses, case-dismisses Laced in riches, cake ridiculous From nickel and dimin' to trickin' them diamonds Vegas, places in Switzerland From non-blastin' to auto, I don't have to blast mine They blast mine, black 9, you flatline, my cash climb Buy rare art, antique pieces, Mona Lisa's, own no leases Five-star restaurant eaters, don't forget who your peeps is 'Sposed to dine with you, sip that good wine with you Only if they grind with you or slang for ya Seen niggas live, laugh, party and die in that very same corner Pretty girls glance at us, status unconceivable Private planes landed out in Teterboro, weed I twirl Once even gave me a phobia, that I be in a spot trapped like Madame Zenobia's with this kid eyein' my Rollie, y'all Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength There it is, QB, bitch yeah QB, bitch Yeah, yeah, QB, bitch