Lyrical Breakdown of White Label - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "White Label" 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 "White Label" 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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Y'all niggas better not be coming around me with that fugazi no more, you know? Got that thang for your ass, you know? (I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna I'm gonna have to leave you) A Vet stylin' at Met Gala, tuna salad from La Scala Black sweats, swallow a lot of reefer God, it hard to quit the bottom feeder, lobster eater When I fast, I see Elijah's features A million cash for a Nas feature Nas cheaper, do it for free if you do it for me 52 bar verse if the beat is movin' me Stumble through customs, coppin' Cubans at the Duty Free Layin' on the most expensive beds, still I'm losin' sleep Next to Jet's Beauty of the Week 1993 Chin grabber, neck choker, in her mouth spitter Blouse ripper, ass gripper, that dig you out nigga I ain't gon' hold you, old head gave me old news I don't owe you, shoulda heard when I told you You are an extension of what I've worked hard to build You believe in your own lies, can't be real And the odds is that what you love can kill you Like a heart physician who dies from a heart attack I know the consumer behavior, I target that You impressed with what they wearin', I started that It's kinda terrific, the product of Slick Rick Somebody woulda told me then I would come outta this shit rich And start up a business, I woulda thought they was playin' All them niggas I ran with, all that weight they was weighin' A light bulb switched in my mind at the classes I cut Just a spazz puttin' wax in the blunt The baddest I want, she wear Lipmatic to front We building businesses, you can be mad if you want It's bubbly 'til it's bubbles we see Drinkin' like Dean Martin is nothin' to me The spirits is somethin' I can't part and it's fun to be me So cheers, here's to the Kanye production this eve Watered roses, it's war, baby My nigga High said it's me, I drive 'em all crazy (I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna)