Lyrical Breakdown of The World Is Yours (Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The World Is Yours (Remix)" 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 "The World Is Yours (Remix)" 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.
This lyrical analysis of "The World Is Yours (Remix)" not only celebrates Nas's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!
I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged
Writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
A fiend of hip-hop, it's got me stuck like a - pipe
The mind activation
React like I'm facin' time like 'Pappy' Mason
With pens I'm embracin'
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cipher complete
Whether cruisin' in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep, I can't call it
Beats make me fallin' asleep, I keep fallin'
But never fallin' six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
(Whose world is this?)
The world is yours, the world is yours, the world is yours
(Whose world is this?)
The world is yours, the world is yours, the world is yours
(Whose world is this?)
The world is yours, the world is yours, the world is yours
(Whose world is this?)
The world is yours, the world is yours, the world is yours
To my man Ill Will, God bless your life
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
My insight enlights vision, words of wisdom
N- pay me intuition to listen to murder paragraphs of mysticism
Man plants seeds that brings forth multiple breeds
So many cultures on one planet, but one culture's free
Son, I need - to proceed, change the flow speed
I'm gettin' vexed, Giuliani is 6-6-6
There's no days for broke days, sellin' - pays
I toke the chocolate potent -, never roach-sprayed
Sh- is a hassle, the 'Bridge is like a haunted castle
The mic's my religion, the system is the Devil's lasso
A-yo, the trife life is the most influential
Though colors on men's skins in pens is coincidental
How you livin'? Large or broker?
You're wastin' time extortin' papers from smokers
Catchin' court papers, gettin' broker
(Whose world is this?)
The world is yours, the world is yours, the world is yours
(Whose world is this?)
The world is yours, the world is yours, the world is yours
(Whose world is this?)
The world is yours, the world is yours, the world is yours
(Whose world is this?)
The world is yours, the world is yours, the world is yours
I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed
For - raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone
Caved inside a thousand miles from home
I need a new - for this black cloud to follow
'Cause while it's over me, it's too dark to see tomorrow
Tryin' to maintain, flip, fill the - to the tip
Picturin' my peeps not eatin' could make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up
Even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana, stabbin' - like the Phantom
The crew is lampin' Ill Will style
Check the gold-toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash loot in fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stoge
Walk the blocks with a bop
Checkin' dames, plus the games people play
I check the dames, plus the games people play
Bust the problems of the world today
(Whose world is this?)
The world is yours, the world is yours, the world is yours
(Whose world is this?)
The world is yours, the world is yours, the world is yours
(Whose world is this?)
The world is yours, the world is yours, the world is yours
(Whose world is this?)
The world is yours, the world is yours, the world is yours
(Whose world is this?)
The world is yours, the world is yours, the world is yours
(Whose world is this?)
The world is yours, the world is yours, the world is yours
(Whose world is this?)
The world is yours, the world is yours, the world is yours
(Whose world is this?)
The world is yours, the world is yours, the world is yours