Lyrical Breakdown of Feeling Myself - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Feeling Myself" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Nicki Minaj feat. Beyoncé weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Feeling Myself" 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 Nicki Minaj feat. Beyoncé 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 Nicki Minaj feat. Beyoncé's narrative.

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Yo, B

They ready?

Let's go!

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my

I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it

And a good girl in my tax bracket (Uh)

Got a black card that'll let Saks have it

These Chanel bags is a bad habit

I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks

My Maybach, black matted (Uh)

Bitch, never left but I'm back at it

And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit

Feelin' myself, back off

'Cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off (Uh)

He be thinking about me when he whacks off

Wax on? (Wax off)

National anthem, hats off

Then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss (Uh)

Lemme get a number two, with some Mac sauce

"On The Run Tour" With my mask off

I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my

Changed the game with that digital drop

Know where you was when that digital popped

I stopped the world

Male or female, it make no difference, I stop the world

World stop...

Carry on

Kitty on fleek, pretty on fleek (Uh)

Pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek

Ridin' through Texas (Texas), feed him for his breakfast

Everytime I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless

He said, "Damn Nicki it's tight"

I say, "Yeah nigga you right" (Uh)

He said, "Damn, bae, you so little but you be really takin' that pipe"

I said, "Yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU" (Uh)

I said, "Teach me, nigga, teach me

All this learnin' here is by you" (Uhn!)

I'm whippin' that work

He diggin' that work

I got it, 36 of that real

Panky full of that bounce, baby

Come get you some of that bounce, baby

I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my (Uh)

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my (Uh)

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my

Cookin' up that base (Base), lookin' like a kilo (Kilo)

He just wanna taste (Taste), biggin' up my ego (Ego)

(Ridin' through Texas...) Ridin'-ridin' through Texas

Smoke it all off, talkin' bout that high-grade

Baby, hold up, I can kill your migraine...

(Ridin' through Texas...) Ridin'-ridin' through Texas

Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow

I have both and an empire also

Keep gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole

Today I'm icy, but I'm prayin' for some more snow

Let that ho-ho, let that ho know (He in love...)

He in love with that coco

Why these bitches don't never be learnin'?

You bitches will never get what I be earnin' (Uh)

I'm still gettin' plaques, from my records that's urban

Ain't gotta rely on top 40, I am a rap legend

Just go ask the Kings of Rap, who is the Queen and things of that

Nature? Look at my finger

That is a glacier, hits like a laser...

Drippin' on that work, trippin' off that perc

Flippin' up my skirt and I be whippin' all that work

Takin' trips with all them ki's, car keys got B's (Uh)

Stingin' with the Queen Bey and we be whippin' all of that D

'Cause we dope girls we flawless

We the poster girls for all this (Uh)

We run around with them ballers

Only real niggas in my call list

I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know (Uh)

Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow

Rrrr!

You like it don't you? Snitches!

Young Money