Lyrical Breakdown of Nas Will Prevail - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Nas Will Prevail" 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 "Nas Will Prevail" 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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It ain't hard to tell I excel and prevail The mic comes to contact with the third rail My raps react, they attack the wack Just like a maniac With this see I'm a braniac I'll pull your tattoo, you never come off I flip the script with a sawed off, of course A mind of Shakespeare, reincarnated Bring the elevated, I'm being R-rated This style was cover, drastic, meltin' the plastic And I eat mics just like Afton burn your pen pad, mics, you'll need not 'Cause I be packin like a Rasta in a weed spot Hittin' your heart with a hollow-tip verbally illin' Minds manipulared, my raps are nickel-plated I execute raps like I'm swingin' an axe around This is the mic shutdown Notify the president That I'm bombing your residence And I'm leaving no evidence Voice box sells, lyrics I exhale Rappers gettin smoke, you can smell the hot shells These dollars fake, snake Real dramatized, you might as well be a singer but ain't harmonize Here's the break Imma translate verbal so well I excel It ain't hard to tell It ain't hard to tell I got a case of verbal fever I'm here to make you a believer Nas wrecks the tweeters and receivers Lyrics'll explode, my brain overloads Get me a grammy, competition is dead just like Sammy I leave mines magnetized like slaves Your style is old fashioned like graves Holdin' a pistol at a pastor Pullin the trigger faster Tell him I was sent by his master But that talk is too deep for your ear Here's the science you can comprehend clear Advanced intellectual, a time bomb speeder I know your whole card just like a palm reader Non-stop I'm bustin' heads like the feds, Baby Pops This is not the Kindergarten Cop Put on your blindfold, Imma release and stand tall I detonate bombs at the Policeman's Ball This is heart from the heart, I leave a mark for deputies reppin' the same imma rep Already I'm ill but I can only get better My lyrics as pretty as a nickel-plated Beretta A massive dialect of uncommon languages A black man caught by the Klan couldn't hang with this See the proverbs, copycat attackers, huh I'm wanted dead 'cause I'm a genocide to rappers Battlin' Nas is death when my brain reacts You might has well have fell asleep on a train track This ain't the same tact as you're used to This is rhythmatic, automatic Tried your auto-habit Slaughter your tape recorder Givin' thanks to my supporters And keep flowin' like water No matter the obstacle, Nasty Nas will prevail Ayo, it ain't hard to tell It ain't hard to tell Check it, I catch rep with my intellect Suckas are incorrect I wanna win cause slept All Nas words born I leave the microphone torn Forced rappers, you need to write your own song Menopause I murder man, hittin' like a verbal Iran Hold a mic in my hand, my life is end Imitators have swept me like gym class Your raps is batshit, then I'll be slipped past you rap for roots absolute, then delete 'em Verbally eat 'em Because my ears don't need 'em Nas is a terrorist, analyst, swingin' my fist Like a nigga breakin' posessed by satan You couldn't compete on a beat that was fast flow Brothas and sistas shipped out like I was Castro I can eat your flavor but I'm not a candy lover I used to leave the references like Danny, brother I execute monologues, sabotage entourage Mutilate mics like a maniac at large I talk with slang, and use my brain Generate pain, penetrate your veins Move like a maniac, Nas is nice son Talk to your conscience and hit like Tyson No competition, 'cause I cause wonders Nas a battle rapper grindin' football numbers I load 'em out killa Rhyme writin' thriller Hold a Mac-11 and attack a reverend Don't sleep 'cause you might not wake I speak deep dialects and translate Me and friends commit sins on the regular Murder my competitors and et cetera Nas is a Gypsy Egyptian Livin' a script and microphone manufacturers are victims My verse makes your eardrums swell It ain't hard to tell