Family Feud - Jay-Z ft. Beyoncé




The Experience: Nobody wins when the family feuds... No one lives their life alone. Your faults, failings and successes all touch other peoples lives...

Music video: A post-apocalyptic family scandal: no group is a perfect servant of good. Jay-Z confessing his sins and his dreams of doing better to his wife Beyoncé: infidelities and betrayals aren't just mistakes, they hurt something sacred and need solemn forgiveness. Jay-Z in church with his daughter Blue Ivy - dressed as a little bride - ad his wife Beyoncé in the pulpit. Although the meaning of the Catholic imagery isn't always clear, it's a strong way to elevate a rap about personal goals, failings and relationships with friends, competitors and enemies into something more sacred. From that point of view, everything we do has meaning and importance.

The Meaning of Family Feud: The lyrics follow Jay-Z through a high - got that cocaina on today - to his dreams of singing in the Super Bowl and having a happy family life - my wife in the crib feeding the kids liquid gold is a reference to breastfeeding - and success after embracing at least a little religion, in this case Islam - I told my wife the spiritual sh-t really work! Alhamdulillah (Allah be praised) - to dreams of African American prosperity - what's better than one billionaire? Two (two) 'specially if they're from the same hue as you - to a confession of his infidelities and weakness - I'll f-ck up a good thing if you let me, let me alone, Becky. It winds down with Jay-Z reaffirming his commitment to his race even as generations argue - nobody wins when the family feuds - his love for his family - a man that don't take care his family can't be rich - and end with Beyoncé calling him on to love her more and better - higher higher, love me like, love higher.

Ask yourself: How much importance do you give to your daily successes, faults, failings and relationships?

Album: 4:44 (2017)

LYRICS:


[Jay-Z]
My n-gga got on
My n-gga got on all white, no socks
My n-gga got that cocaina on today
That's how he feel
Turn my vocal up
That's how you feel, Emory?
Turn my vocal up some more
Turn my vocal up, Guru!
Turn the music up too

Super Bowl goals
My wife in the crib feedin' the kids liquid gold
We in a whole different mode
Kid that used to pitch bricks can't be pigeonholed
I cooked up more chicken when the kitchen closed
Oh, we gon' reach a billi' first
I told my wife the spiritual sh-t really work!
Alhamdulillah, I run through 'em all
Hovi's home, all these phonies come to a halt
All this old talk left me confused
You'd rather be old rich me or new you?
And old n-ggas, y'all stop actin' brand new
Like 2Pac ain't have a nose ring too, huh

[Jay-Z and Beyoncé]
Nobody wins when the family feuds
But my stash can't fit into Steve Harvey's suit
I'm clear why I'm here, how about you?
Ain't no such thing as an ugly billionaire, I'm cute..
Pretty much
If anybody gettin' handsome checks, it should be us
F-ck rap, crack cocaine
Nah, we did that, Black-owned things
Hundred percent, Black-owned champagne
And we merrily merrily eatin' off these streams
Y'all still drinkin' Perrier-Jouët, huh
But we ain't get through to you yet, uh
What's better than one billionaire? Two (two)
'Specially if they're from the same hue as you
Y'all stop me when I stop tellin' the truth

I would say I'm the realest n-gga rappin'
But that ain't even a statement
That's like sayin' I'm the tallest midget
Wait, that ain't politically correct
Forget it
Can I get "Amen" from the congregation?
Amen, amen
Can I get a "Amen" from the congregation?
Amen, amen

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, I'll f-ck up a good thing if you let me
Let me alone, Becky
A man that don't take care his family can't be rich
I'll watch Godfather, I miss that whole sh-t
My consciousness was Michael's common sense
I missed the karma and that came as a consequence
N-ggas bustin' off through the curtains 'cause she hurtin'
Kay losin' the babies 'cause their future's uncertain
Nobody wins when the family feuds
We all screwed 'cause we never had the tools
I'm tryna fix you
I'm tryna get these n-ggas with no stripes to be official
Y'all think small, I think Biggie
Y'all whole pass is in danger, ten Mississippi
Al Sharpton in the mirror takin' selfies
How is him or Pill Cosby s'posed to help me?
Old n-ggas never accepted me
New n-ggas is the reason I stopped drinkin' Dos Equis
We all lose when the family feuds
What's better than one billionaire? Two
I'll be d-mned if I drink some Belvedere while Puff got CÎROC
Y'all need to stop

[Beyoncé]
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher
Love me like, love
Higher

Like... yeah, yeah, yeah...


review by Benjamin O'Loughlin
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