Lyrical Breakdown of Ego - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ego" 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 "Ego" 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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(Pusha T) Yes sir. (Chorus 2X's) Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass 'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass (Pharrell) "Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam..." But if it don't, that's yo ass my man (Malice) I got guns 'cause they got guns I get cash they get none So I'm sure you see where that leaves me In the streets with two heats, both one within my reach I speak slow, let 'em understand my speech When I say, "Get low, these hold ten shots each Please, don't move too fast, I scared of y'all niggas and my nerves is bad!" So sad, but I won't think twice We rich, we get the best judicial advice Threaten my life with them words that they ut-ter-in' Adrenaline pump, my heart start to flut-ter-in' Continuous dump, that tech gets to stut-ter-in' Left in the slump, mother and sister cud-dle-in' And for what, 'cause you ego-trippin' If that thing jam, it's divine intervention Click! (Chorus 2X's) Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass 'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass (Pharrell) "Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam..." But if it don't, that's yo ass my man (Pusha T) Even if it's talk cheap (Say what...) You know I can't sleep on his word Had to show him that I heard (Let's go...) All that duct-tape-tie-up talk put in reverse Now it's him who's in a bind on the account of his words (Yeah, you know it...) Yeah, they talk 'bout this and that (That...) Got it fucked up, like I'm all 'bout rap (Rap...) Word is I'm loaded, they want a piece of that I respond with four words, "Rat-tat-tat-tat" (In yo ass...) Now, rap about that I carry a human heat box, to make ya heartbeat stop (Stop...) Some say Pusha's the coldest Money is my morals, other than that, I'm soulless Refuse to wake up zeroless and 0-less Carry that shit that blow your arm out your shoulders (Bla-oww...) Techs don't come with holsters, I'm a menace boy (Don't forget, motherfucker) (Chorus 2X's) Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass 'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass (Pharrell) "Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam..." But if it don't, that's yo ass my man (Pharrell) Yo. You niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us. This is the real. You niggas ain't fuckin' - wit' us. This is the real. You niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us. This is the real. You niggas ain't fuckin' - wit' us. This is the real. Bitch.