Lyrical Breakdown of Untitled - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Untitled" 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 "Untitled" 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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They did not have the power to stop Louis Farrakhan They were trying to touch on and thieve envy within the leadership But as a general and a man that rose through the ranks through discipline His presence inspired those men with the discipline he imposed on his own life Louis Farrakhan Uh, yeah, wow No revolutionary gets old or so I'm told You're left full of bullet holes when you tell the people, "Go free" Oh, it's a matter of days before they try to take me I heard gunshots rang, his bullet's got my name I ain't see 'em take aim, I dreamt this day came 'Cause I stood in the face of damnation Satan spat at 'em, flat out disgraced 'em He want my blood, why me? Why not the fake ones who deserve death, man? Fuck it, I'll take one, 'cause stop me But can't stop a whole nation of millions who feel you deceived them They believe in reparation makes it even So I'm deadly now, because of one reason, they listening In Budapest, Japan, China, and Switzerland We getting it in son Another bullet pass by, missed me Wondering who plotting to get me? Alphabet boys still plotting against me To hush me and stuff me in the pockets of history You won't remember why they came to clip me When time go by you'll soon forget me They say he was the king of bling, jewels, and Bentleys Then they use one of my lines just to prove I'm guilty Don't let 'em kill me (kill me) "They did not have the power to stop Louis Farrakhan" "They did not have the power to stop Louis Farrakhan" "They did not have the power to stop Louis Farrakhan" "They did not have the power to stop Louis Farrakhan" Some revolutionaries do live long Am I one of them? Guess we'll know in due time Everybody has rights, can I use mine? Can I rock shine? Can I have a girl that's too fine? Got a swell life, tell me will I lose mine? Every time I turn around somebody new dying Let's start living, À la carte, Escargot Escobar, invest my millions Mansion for the wife, the rest for the children Knowing that they coming anytime But until then, I'm at large 'til they shoot me Million-dollar stones in my camouflaged Gucci Giving you this crack like Pookie To question the system, be the resistance No matter what color you are, everybody niggas Or you can stand by or watch or you can march on with us Some revolutionaries get old although I'm told You'll get left full of bullet holes when you tell the people, "Go free" Oh, it's a matter of days before they try to take me Some revolutionaries get old although I'm told You'll get left full of bullet holes when you tell the people, "Go free" Oh, it's just a matter of days before they try to take me