Lyrical Breakdown of Yele - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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We Trying To Stay Alive Wyclef Jean Wcylef Jean's The Bee Gees-sampling single "We Trying to Stay Alive" is from his classic solo debut... read more We got the Refugee Allstars rub-a-dubbing in the club Wyclef Jean, John Forte, Praswell Nah mean, the streets are getting a little crazy Looka looka looka looka looka Looka looka looka here looka shorty got back Should I ask her for a dance? Hold on -- there's too many in the wolf pack And besides, Dirty Cash talking to her Buying her fake furs and taking her to The Fever Quiet as it's kept, that ain't even his Benz She spends his Franklins at the malls with her friends Material girl, living in a material world But it's all right cause it's Saturday night So mister funkmaster, pump the Bee Gees And all you college students, play your Ouijas Check the spelling: r-e-f-u-g-e-e, get the CD from Sam Goody, hee hee! You ain't even close with the rhymes that you wrote Don't be mad cause you broke Let me clear my throat -- ah huh ah huh John Forte, grab the mic, let's sway this way I'm more than just a rhymer, you still a small timer Hoping that the game treat that ass a little kinder Every step tango'd Your beef don't concern me I'm eating mangoes in Trinidad with attorneys My crew's slang flow worldwide like a current With the every spot where nobody got insurance Brother, do the math -- you ain't half near exotic My man's claim true; you -- forget about it Po-po just a nuisance, like my influence Well, recognize you a lie trying do it Got juice—told your lady Oops! We Nutz Baby Smooth and charismatic, automatic You gonna save me God bless the day that my sons survive We strive to teach the youth, baby, and stay alive Well, you can tell by the way I roll, shorty, that I'm a ladies man A business man Condos down the shore Multi-million pension plan But it ain't in my plan to make moves without the fam I keep it intact Yo 'Clef, do the track John, play the mack while I pay the tax Business as usual Watching suspects steal my assets Get cut with Gillettes We built this concept, connect like NYNEX Drinks at the bar, my American Express Yo I cook up cook up The copper pull up pull up Then I cuff up cuff up You who's calling bluff Now you shook up shook up Cause you lock up lock up When I love up love up You who's calling bluff Hey yo, John is chilling Dirty Cash dealing What more can I say, we living That's what we got, we got it good And since you understood We be... Yeah Live at the Carnival 97 till infinity Ha Refugee all-stars Can't stop the shining, can't stop the shining You wanna stop the shining? You wanna stop the shining? Can't stop the shining, can't stop the shining