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 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 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 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 That ain't the type of shit I'm made of I'm just trying to get my weight up 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