Lyrical Breakdown of On The Real - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "On The Real" 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 The Real" 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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(On the. On the. On the)
(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
Finally up in this nigga
Let's pay homage to Illmatic
Let's put the crown where it's at
10 years
Never been done this real by nobody
To my seed, may I lead you into no greed or evil
In the categories of stories I breed my sequel
You know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's
Monkey see, monkey do
Shorty sipping sunny dew
Now it's V.S.O.P. in a phantom, mad smoky
Murder trees, cruisin gat in the stash so it won't poke me
Up in the Trump Plaza, Suite 3010, don't make no noise cause we dirty
Tell them hoes hurry in
We got the room lit up with perfume, and mad boom
And there's video taping bloomin ass's on the zoomin lens
Rollin on you nondescript niggaz
You're marked for death like Colombians with bad coke that gyp niggaz
Tilt the dutch, twisted up the uwee if you're skilled enough
In will we trust, salute the dead the nine mili busts
(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
That verse is 10 years old, 9½ years old
Street's Disciple
The Rebirth comin at you this year baby
It's on baby
Yeah
To the hood, may this be the day that we pop them bottles
This is mandatory, what if there's not tomorrow?
You know the murder rate, jealousy, you heard 'em say
He say, she say, I'm bout cheddar, he don't deserve to make
Sippin clear liquor with niggaz, that talk sideways
Listenin close, to every word in case they violate
Up in the projects Apartment 5D
Spark a lea' it's bout da reed, countin everything the block see
We bout to need to take the corners from them cowards
Get it on so y'all can move more coke powder, by the hour
Hold in case we gotta rip niggaz
Loaded - Teflon coated projectiles'll flip niggaz
From ninth grade to lightweight to grams to my mans with guns in hand
Police vans, they missed the summers again
(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
Yeah, power to the people
Death to the phonies
This beast to the mic 1 2 check
Y'all fed-e-rallies on me
And they look like you
Approachin me like "How you, Homie?"
The FBI see only one problem, they try to slump me
After the young black male cuz he makes a lot of money
So hustlers make crack sales cuz they deprived and hungry
My country hates that I could run free state to state with hunnies
While makin cake with real golded plate rims on Hum-V's
The bush stroker, the kush smoker, nigga
Just when you thought it was over look over your shoulders
I'm 30 now, baby sip drinks and sip 'em slow
Motto no stress, smokin less than I did befo'
You see the kid was broke till I
Spitted vivid expressions of hard livin
Ghetto children, of a lesser god,
Religion was fast women, expensive cars
Y'all witnessin over 10 years - The best of Nas
(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)
(On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal)