Lyrical Breakdown of Rest Of My Life - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rest Of My Life" 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 "Rest Of My Life" 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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Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh
The rest of my life
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
The rest of my life
Life, dead presidents, devilish men
Overthrow kings from they thrones 'cause of their negligence
Death, real shit'll start comin' to light
Niggas you ain't like dickin' your wife, what?
Kind and undermining, grimy, stiff corpse shapin'
Pork bacon, double-cross Satan
Heathen, non-god-fearing, lace thong wearing demons
But glory go to God, y'all beneath him
If y'all don't know that, rap with the old cat
He'll show you streets where them big dealers drove at
Where low-key killers let the fo' clap
Blocka-blocka-blocka, oh
The glow, the 'dro, the dough for shows
Everything a hood brother think he needs, yo
You'll find a goal in a ghetto superstar's roadmap
And I'ma use that for the
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The rest of my life
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The rest of my
Burnt-out, kicked to the curb
So I had to learn how to turn around a hundred thou' real fast
In '95 that was my last, I went back to the ave thinkin' rap's a thing of the past
Rest in peace E Money bags, no more cabs, got caught with the ratchet in the stash
Lawyer want cash, my ba'y bro blast burners at cats who got gell
They burnt a range with a Molotov cocktail
My little man got 14-years for car-jackin' a undercover
Them cops swear, my little nigga told on me
I'm thinkin', "Hello, where's the L-O-V-E"
Pigs play games, my little man'll never say names
Word to his pops with elephant veins
They both locked-up still, word to will
I'll make it and chill for the
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The rest of my life
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The rest of my
My man gave his mummy coke
So she wouldn't hit the block all crazy for the smoke
Damn, nigga, could you picture you supplyin' your own moms
So she don't have to bone for dimes?
Or give dome for nicks' in the roofs of the projects
Where dogs shit and piss
Yeah, we all plan to get rich, but it's all about how it's executed
Lexus couped it, baguettes from cubics
Might've been stupid, but I got far from 26 bars
To ten LPs, what can him tell me? Or them? Or y'all?
I'm Nas, on a track that's unorthodox
Like my life coulda been offed by the cops
Told y'all, Nas will prevail by the book when it's up for sale
About the rest
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The rest of my life
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The rest of my