Lyrical Breakdown of On My Soul - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "On My Soul" 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 "On My Soul" 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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I, oh, yeah I, I I Oh (yeah), oh (yeah), oh (yeah), oh On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go Keep a stick, just like branch, papi, but I ain't a troll On my mama, can't nobody out here play me for no hoe Guard your grill, guard your grill Ain't nobody out here hard to kill The gat I pack go "pap" and peel your cap from front to back Have you stiff or hard as steel Ah, tuna fish, my hardest meal Stay trill when they switch to a harder skill I'm in the field like a Buffalo Bill with a bubble-coat filled With a couple little posts, chill Switch it up, get direct, black and white, Michael Bibby I get cheese with everybody, but can't do it with no Mickey Keep a blicky on me for them serpents tryna give me hickeys Who want smoke? Who want smoke? Well, guess what, hoe? I'm the chimney, ah Bring me the smoke, and I'll build you a fire To burn my desire, burn my desire Bring me the smoke, and I'll build you a fire To burn my desire, burn my desire Oh (yeah), oh (yeah), oh (yeah), oh On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go Keep a stick, just like branch, papi, but I ain't a troll On my mama, can't nobody out here play me for no hoe Don't slander all the banter, just one answer, I'm an animal I'm just one man, outstandin' though Part wolf, part king, part Hannibal Example, proof, I'm built like I'm mechanical On the mic, I'm a cannibal You don't know who I'm family to You don't know my team, you don't know my mans'll do Turn it up to the maximum, gorillas in the trap But them got millions watchin' every move I make 'cause I'm what's happenin' Got jaws droppin', autopsies, drive hard tops, got hard body 'Cause Nas told me, "Y'all problem," this high-powered, high-profit On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go Keep a stick, just like branch, papi, but I ain't a troll On my mama, can't nobody out here play me for no hoe On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped, and they all on go Keep a stick, just like branch, papi, but I ain't a troll On my mama, can't nobody out here play me for no hoe (What up, Thun? Let's get it) Yeah, uh Uh-huh, yeah Yeah, yeah (yeah)