Titre de la chanson : Can I Live
Album : Reasonable Doubt
Sortie : (1996)
Genre : Hip-hop, EastCoast,
Label : Roc A Fella, Priority Records
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Sorti en 1996. Cet album a marqué le début de la carrière légendaire de Jay-Z, mêlant lyrisme brut et narration, et est devenu une œuvre marquante du hip-hop de la côte Est. Reasonable Doubt est sorti sous le label Roc-A-Fella Records, fondé par Jay-Z, Damon Dash et Kareem « Biggs » Burke.
« Can I Live » est un morceau remarquable, mettant en valeur le jeu de mots complexe et le lyrisme réfléchi de Jay-Z. La production douce mais envoûtante de la chanson, gérée par Ski, complète les thèmes de Jay-Z que sont l’ambition, la survie et la navigation dans les rues. Les paroles plongent dans l’état d’esprit de Jay-Z alors qu’il se frayait un chemin à travers les défis de la vie dans la rue, tout en réfléchissant à des questions plus profondes sur son avenir et sa place dans le jeu.
Cette chanson reste l’un des morceaux les plus emblématiques de Reasonable Doubt , et l’album dans son ensemble est souvent cité comme l’un des plus grands disques de hip-hop de tous les temps. Reasonable Doubt a été initialement publié par Roc-A-Fella Records, Freeze Records et distribué par Priority Records, ce qui a contribué à consolider la place de Jay-Z dans l’histoire du hip-hop.
Sample✨ :
« Look Of Love » de Isaac Hayes, sorti en Novembre 1970′.
📍Lyrics
Yeah (Hah, yeah), Roc-A-Fella
We invite you to, somethin’ epic y’all know? (Somethin’, somethin’)
Well, we hustle out of a sense of, hopelessness
Sort of a desperation (Live nigga)
Through that desperation, we ‘come addicted
Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin’
Well, we feel we have nothin’ to lose (Everything to gain)
So we offer you, well, we offer our lives (Right?)
What do you bring to the table?
While I’m watchin’ every nigga watchin’ me closely
My shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me
I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be
Hoes’ll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet
I don’t sleep, I’m tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days
A brother gotta admire from four fiends away
My pain, wish it was quick to see, from sellin’ ‘caine
‘Til brains was fried to a fricaisse, can’t lie
At the time it never bothered me, at the bar
Gettin’ my thug on properly, my squad and me
Lack of respect for authority, laughin’ hard
Happy to be escapin’ poverty, however brief
I know this game got valleys and peaks
Expectation for dips, for percipitation we stack chips, hardly
The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill’in
No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William
Illin’ for revenues, Rayful Edmund-like
Channel 7 news, round seven jewels, head dead in the mic
Forgettin all I ever knew, convenient amnesia
I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure
Lock my body can’t trap my mind, easily
Explain why we adapt to crime
I’d rather die enormous than live dormant that’s how we on it
Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it
Presidential suites my residential for the weekend
Confidentially speakin’ in codes since I sense you peekin’
The NSX rental, don’t be fooled, my game is mental
We both out of town dog, what you tryin’ to get into?
Viva, Las Vegas, see ya, later at the crap tables
Meet me by the one that starts a G up
This way no Fraud Willies present gamblin’ they re-up
And we can have a pleasant time, sippin’ margaritas
Ge-ge-ge-yeah, can I live?
Can I live?
My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle
Like a Lexus, if driven wrong it’s sure to hurt you
Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew and me
Commit atrocities like we got immunity
You guessed it, manifested intangible goods
Platinum Rolex’d it, we don’t lease
We buy the whole car, as you should
My confederation, dead a nation
Explode on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient
When it boils to steam, it comes to it
We all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this
True this, the streets school us to spend our money foolish
Bond with jewelers and, watch for intruders
I stepped it up another level, meditated like a Buddhist
Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of gettin’ cream
Let’s do this, it gets tedious
So I keep one eye open like, CBS
You see me stressed, right?
Can I live?
Can I live?
Can I live?
Can I live?
(Ha-hah, Roc-A-Fella y’all)
Écrit par: Dale Ossman Warren, Shawn C. Carter
Album: Reasonable Doubt
Sortie: 1996
Liens
https://extrachill.com/the-meaning-of-jay-zs-can-i-live
https://youtu.be/vLPoQsX_LUM?si=nqAHJZl5ztzhmDoz
https://youtu.be/knd8dXhhgWc?si=cNdJiK_azfpQCOOy
