Lyrical Breakdown of Made in America - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game feat. Mvrcus Blvck weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Made in America" 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 The Game feat. Mvrcus Blvck 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 The Game feat. Mvrcus Blvck's narrative.

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Started with a dollar and a dream

Sorta like Jordan getting cut from the team

Sorta like Dre 'fore he met Jimmy Iovine

I was lost out here, real niggas know what I mean

I said I started with a dollar and a dream

Sorta like Jordan when he won his first ring

Sorta like Dre with the headphone thing

You could be whatever you want nigga, we all kings

I had a dream last night, I was Rich Porter

Then I had a dream I had a bitch like Kim Porter

Then I had a dream I had bricks like transporter

Change my life like Steph Curry in the fourth quarter

What if you drove by a playground and witness Michael Jordan taking off for his first dunk, bet you wish you had your camcorder

That's the type of shit I'm made of

Fourteen carat gold, Raekwon first album

Nothing but a G thang like when Dre met Calvin

That's the type of shit I'm made of

Yeah, Yeah

Ay, wherever Nas is in the world he gon' fuck with this

Waddup, God

Queensbridge just like Compton, dog

In Inglewood niggas just like Yonkers, y'all

Where them Angels at?

Sing it for me one more time

While I pretend to sniff this line

I used to wanna be Eazy

Then I realized it wasn't that easy

I used to wish that I was 2Pac

Then I realized that might get you shot

Figured I just gonna be myself though

Niggas hate me, Documentary on they shelf though

In this Impala, old school like some shell toes

Had a fake gold chain, but don't nobody else knows

That ain't the type of shit I'm made of

Snitchin' on my homeboy, gossipin' bout old boys

Keep buyin' them Ferraris cause I grew up with no toys

That ain't the type of shit I'm made of

I'm just trying to get my weight up

Hol' on, I'm just tryin' to get my weight up

Big Homies drivin' by, tellin' me to stay up

How the fuck I'm 'posed to stay up?

When this weed got me feelin' like say bruh?

I just seen Mac Dre bruh, and the Jacka

Is we up in the Bay bruh?

Record my demo, something that I wish I could do again

I'm with that old shit, pulled up in my newer Benz

I went from JT the Bigga Figga to Biggie

We all make mistakes look what happened to me and 50

Record my demo, something that I wish I could do again

I'm with that old shit, pulled up in my newer Benz

I went from JT the Bigga Figga to Biggie

We all make mistakes look what happened to me and 50