Lyrical Breakdown of Writers - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Writers" 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 "Writers" 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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Writers Writin' my name in graffiti Yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti Writers Writin' my name in graffiti Yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti I'm hard to read like graffiti Here's my Galactican citizenship card Interplanetary mission, I've been discharged to hit y'all No ancillary staff will assist me I'm about to show you what that writer's list be See, I'm a writer in rap form But these are writers that bomb trains and subway platforms Courageous, bravest, street creators They synonymous with DJs, rappers, and breakers Arms folded, jail poses, ill portraits Foster kids mixed in with the ill-fortuned Fat laces, back in the day shit, calligraphers Taggin' they names, puttin' they signatures in places Courtyards, sports bars, landmarks, tan Clarks Jams in the park, they doing art Big bubble letters all over the city I see it up in high places, wonder how they did it Admit it, I always wished that I could do the same But now the mic is a marker, I'm taggin' up names Sometimes at night, I would walk with a pen, with a marker, or even some chalk Writin' my name in graffiti Yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti Sometimes at night, I would walk with a pen, with a marker, or even some chalk Yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti I'm hard to read like graffiti Henry Chalfant made Style Wars A young Kay Slay tag was Dez, go check it out, y'all Zephyr got a Z sprayed on his back Sleep by the train tracks in Wild Style, straight outlaws Zoro is Lee Quiñones Shout to Saint, Blade, Ink, Seen, Kade, Crash, and Topaz Shoutin' out Taki 183 Cornbread straight out of Philly, Phase 2 out of NYC The mic is a marker, I'm taggin' more names Quik and Fuzz, and Kool Sphere out of Queens Case 2, Easy, Cap, Ghost, Jerms If you into art, you should be concerned These are some of the kings of the graff' And there's some iconic queens I should add Charmin, Claw, Lady Pink goes back And MadC, Germany's on the map On the west, Slick, Dream, Chaka, and Hex And international writers I can't forget So let's salute the highly gifted Krylon mystics This is homage to the ghetto hieroglyphics Sometimes at night, I would walk with a pen, with a marker, or even some chalk Writin' my name in graffiti Yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti Sometimes at night, I would walk with a pen, with a marker, or even some chalk Yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti I'm hard to read like graffiti Shout-out to TeKay, Cost and Revs, Bom 5, Peak, Reas, V.E, Jesus Saves Too Ill, Doze, PJ, Chino, Coco 144, Billy, Vinny, Flashbacks J.A., XTC Crew, it's on you, what you gonna do? Baby 168, 1-Up, Can 2, Bates, Kel First, we get it straight Can Control, Futura, Estro, On The Run Rockin' it Suckers, Eli, Old Queens Boys, Mad Style Kings Most Talked About, Mob Rules, For the Rep, Can't Be Stopped For the Rush, Dame, 3D style of graff When the cops came, they ran away, then returned Keith Haring Crack is Wack just burns into my mind It's called vandalism, like a crime They had intuition 'cause gettin' pinched was a given Not new to the system, when it's in you, it's like a religion Phade was Fab 5 Freddy, oh, did I mention? Crack, Sent, Giz, and Poem Sitting on the throne, it's Merk, Gnome And Skeme, Iz the Wiz, and Shame Trap and Vulcan, Harlem Hall of Fame Ice, Ich most famous for freight trains The mic is a marker, I'm taggin' up names Dondi, Serve, Running Man, Wayne, Ecko and Totem Tame One, Ase One, Min One Samo, that's Basquiat, thun Big shout-out the whole Tats crew gang, hit Scrap Yard to rack up some new paint Made U Look, another legendary crew How ironic I made a song with that name in '02 Sane, Smith, two brothers, one passed FX crew, Idea and Stash Risk, R-I-S-K, Cope, Revolt, Tracy 168 Doc, TC5 crew, Part, Shy 147, it don't stop And we all send blessings to these two, to Lou 167 and Rule So let's salute the highly gifted Krylon mystics This is homage to the ghetto hieroglyphics To all the writers out there that's just gettin' started Just gettin' ya name out there, keep bombin'