Lyrical Breakdown of Am I Dreaming - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Wale weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Am I Dreaming" 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 Wale 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 Wale's narrative.

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What up Emf, what up Jay I swear these rap motherfuckers They all dreamin' they all gangsters Everybody's a drug lord Everybody's fucking Ron O'Neal or some shit, right Most of y'all not as hard as you say you is You soft as cotton swabs, so get up out my ear I'd rather have wax build up Than whack images of rap niggas Talkin' 'bout shit that they don't even know about All the keys of coke they got All the whips they drove and the hoes they be going at Blowing out substances, so much irrelevant I ain't tryin' to preach, but at least try to relish this You're hotdogging it, you're feeling yourself The movie of your life, you gonna film with yourself Co-wrote and co-produced by you and only you Embellished and re-edited and this is nothing new And I ain't tryin' to discipline But this is something you all don't realize Most rappers just sly A sight for sore eyes, I'm the brightest upcoming These other niggas dreamin' if they thinkin' that they thuggin' I told you, like everybody's a thug I seen this nigga, man Yo, I seen you at the bus stop, dawg You don't have a Maybach You ain't got no Benz You can have a bucket and do what you do, dawg It ain't really all that, you know It's cool if you think your flow the hottest 'round But you're not Kanye, so go an put your collar down And you ain't gotta frown, dawg You can be a thug, but please keep your pants on Cause all this saggin' is bad to see They say the ones that try the hardest be the fags indeed You're watching too much television Dipset could tell you, listen Your whole flow, I can spot it like leopard skin You're not Juelz, Jim Jones, or Cam hell, you're just fakincense Jeezy dropped, everybody a snowman Say you got pounds, I ain't seen you with an old Gat What's so bad is that your flow is all fixated Over street dreams, your dream, you can't illustrate it You're not innovative, you're just an imitator Take your Visine and caffeine and wake up The ban man want to talk like You know who I'm talking about too, but The bad man want to talk about He got money, he got jewelry Man, I seen you, youngin' You got motherfuckin' Pumas on, dawg My name Wale, last name irrelevant Drive an 89 Cam', I'm really tryin' to sell that shit Used to sell crack, wasn't sellin' big weight Did the low here and there to get my sneaker game straight Sold weed, though, but no kilos of coke Used to go in niggas' whips for C notes and roll And I'm not a thug but I do got a temper My right hand symbolizes what I must remember And yes, I've shot pistols My intentions were to never take another life Unless mine dangled in the trenches Sprinkle them with flow until they souls all drenched And drown with my style, cause I'm brighter than they is I hope to make them smile while enlighten all the kids Hip-hop, that's my art, real life is what it is I is real like that sentence of Jacob Symbolize greatness, Spike Lee, wake up And if you rap and you got, like, a problem with me First of all, you can come see me Second of all, you, you don't gotta tell us about all these items that you claim to have You got your guns, sure, you know And another thing, back on the other shit The bad man told me he had his Glebe with dimes The whole time, he in the mall buying shoes for the girls She tryin' to look like Star Jones a little bit Like, before the surgery or the lipo But anyway, I'm jive, whatever My nigga told me he fresh He got dissed down at Third The nigga got like an 85 Corolla or some shit My point is, these rap niggas is jive Dreamin', but it's alright I ain't gonna knock your hustle I'mma let that hook ride out, cause that was jive