Lyrical Breakdown of World S An Addiction - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "World S An Addiction" 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 "World S An Addiction" 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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Lies... and the pain, betrayal... life Endargered space, look what your facing, Gave your heart away, and all the remedies couldn't' ease the pain All the hurt and betrayal, need to get away In a world so cold, you gained the light just to lose your soul Never thinking twice about what the future holds All the lies and the gains I was fighting for The World is an addiction, serving up our fix The world is an addiction, where do I fit? nitches and rapists in the street, crime to the fullest Asking niggas if they got any extra nine bullets They deny me that, they know the bullets they loan me Be the same ones that probably had them lying flat stretched out Letter T It's better to dead a beef than let it breathe Then we don't succeed Cause then you gotta murder dummies Waste your time, they allergic to money I'm never squirmish to blood We can thug and get out of hand, what's the options? Only conclusion is shooting, bullets popping, hoodlums dropping Fear any day that the feds will come knocking Was young and nervous, asking myself what's the purpose In the back of a paddy wagon, bracelets aching me Pigs ignoring, I'm asking what precinct they taking me These cops can't relate to me, death to prison, empty vacancy The worlds an addiction serving up a fix The worlds an addiction way too much for me Thou shall not be selfish, real nigga commandments, Know a billionaire he has everything but a fam guess How angry this man gets, had so many bad chicks in his bed, Strange sex, same sex, has addictions that are sadistic Chain of events, habits, he puts cocaine on his prick and acts sick, Self esteem needs boosting alcohol consumption, Nicatine fushion, some athletes juicing. Pastors quote biblical chapters soft And along he's into beastiality porn, and it's wrong, So i keep the cali weed in the bong, And im strong, but the female anatomy got me sprung And these women need shoes and baddest cars and condos, Fine clothes, and these fiends needs to get high, so they find doe, To mainline dope, and yall know The worlds an addiction, serving up a fix The worlds an addiction, way too much for me So many vices, habits; mine of course, bad chicks My response to any advice on what is the essentials of life I'm just rebellious, not selfish Guess we all share different definitions of what wealth is I need the best things in life -- that's women, that's cars Cigars in Venice, bottle on ice, that's priceless The other night, just in the emergency room A patient said she needs to see a doctor soon Doctor busy operating on a lady who's sedated He can barely concentrate, cause he's newly separated His estranged wife likes entertaining her acquaintance In the house they were married in, mad people waiting Some young some old, heads and stomachs aching Filling out an application, cause they only medication But the doctor need love or a quick vacation, calling up his travel agent Same time, premedidating murdering his ex wife Life, savage ain't it Some need Xanax, just to maintain it We all need faith cause the world keep changing Let go of the illusion, start some restraining Just hold on (just hold on) just hold on (just hold on) just hold on (just hold on) just hold on (just hold on) just hold on (just hold on) just hold on (just hold on) just hold on (just hold on)