Lyrical Breakdown of New Balances - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "New Balances" 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 "New Balances" 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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Is it good or bad, wrong or right sh-? Folarin II, yeah We still in a m- pandemic Look, they ain't want me here f- it, I'm back though And I'm with so many, so many rap flow Toe to toe with the mic, I am Mike like And you h- n- looking Glass Joe It's a hole in my heart from my last hoe It's a hole in her wallet right after Every lyric I wrote is her caption When we broke up, she posted her CashApp, yeah She could've hit me for it p-, sweet like Pepsi Cola I play but I got no toy, she need flavor, I'm no Lacroix IRS keep calling, count my racks I don't record it Fame ain't like you know, pay these taxes and these lawyers, yeah N- this Prada from 26, desire for money is something else Phylicia Rashad is a lucky woman It's all working with the funny bills Authentic, never counterfeit, count it up 'til it's calluses OG's flipping old money same old city, new balances (That's why the city always feels like a trap) (We might be divided and lost and everything) (When we come together like a, like a, and the Feds all over, right?) (The main idea is to stop killing each other man, and come together) They don't like it but f- it, I'm back Cookies in bag, I got no time to be mad I got no time to be tied up in feelings I gotta reup, you gotta relax I gotta be classy I've been dissing I've been chilling, don't ask me How I'm feeling, I'm as good as I'm gon' be Check yo' senses, n- won't even see me, trying to be nosy And it really be one deep, ain't really get no sleep And it really be women that tell me they need me But don't even know me This sh-can get O.D So I'm looking at the game funny like I'm in a nose bleed I'm a leader, a man You trick with b- that'll feed me in bed It's different n-, I can speak to they soul The p- wetter when it ain't for a bag But how would you know? We stuck to the code I ain't switching, I be good when it's slow Y'all 'on't hear me when the numbers is low You make hit, a n- smother your phone and try to big bro you Hol' up, I'm in Miami, the toes out Shout out to Zoey the Zoes out, Bam Adebayo on courtside Bag on me, I'm really Yoruba, I'm really royalty, I move important Free agent, I rock what I want right Salehe, he just got me the orange ones, uh, yeah Authentic, never counterfeit When it's God given and you elevated All these satan n- want you down with them Yeah, yeah, pray for them they embarassing I stayed loyal like an old runners, OG checks, new balances Yeah mm, new balances Same old city, new balances Yeah, new balances Way more checks new balances, yeah Oh, I tell you, you dress very nice They want to compare everybody with everybody I don't care what anybody say you at, you are still above the game