Lyrical Breakdown of Door Man - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Hey doorman, tell em line up the Cris I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch You niggas keep waving them wrists I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch Ye ain't got money like this I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch So scream it if ya ambition fit I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch (Sing it niggas) You ain't got money like this Paper plates on a brand new Six I just taught my young boys how to mix You ain't seen paper like this, nigga Every All-Star, every Cancun Every holiday South Beach in full bloom Thousand dollar suites white sheets, white rooms I've got a bright future neck like a full moon Buy what we want, spend what they want Young, rich, hot nigga, everything she wants Triple beams scales got me under deep spells Kiss my forehead, momma knows I mean well Cocaine bought me everything I ever had And I ain't never been scared to spend my very last Cause I can get it back, watch me get it back Last 2 or 10 bricks, shit I'm cooking that My life's too real to be a PSA The million in the ceiling's for a rainy day I cut it, then whip her like she Annie Mae Praise God I escaped by his amazing grace Nah, never was I saving Face Some family ties are impossible to break The almighty judge, only he can save me Don't cry for us now, just pray for our babies Mercedes 5 with the open roof Miami Hot Rods in the ocean view The tell-tale signs that expose the truth Lil Willy Rat King, this one's for you We get it in a flash like paparazzi Cars, crib, everything big body Big charm, hanging from my big chain Swing side to side, feeling like I'm T-Pain Pull up to the crib, bitch thinks she's seeing thangs Make a hundred stacks, blow it like it's pocket change If the good die young, than the greats go to jail I miss my Tony, hope you snitches burn in hell Kiss and tell with sales on us ballers All because them two doors coming with big spoilers All because them bitches is acting like they jaw-less And we don't count money, we weigh it like fish orders Doorman!