Lyrical Breakdown of Got Caught Dealin Pt II - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Got Caught Dealin Pt II" 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 "Got Caught Dealin Pt II" 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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I got caught dealin', at the age of one-five Had all my bitches stealin', just tryin' to survive And it was business as usual if one of mine had to die 'Cause fuck dat yo, I gotta make sho my dough multiply Crimes I commit heinous, y'all niggas is brainless You tied up at gun point, flinch make you famous Blow make me live aimless, my gun stainless Aim for your temple, hope you die painless I'llest shit we wore those, marked money we tore those My whole team channelin' coke through urban portholes You livin' like meer immortals, your block's foreclosed We forty deep on in the street, and fuckin' your hoes Seen your man club bathroom soft stuff heron Come out, loud talkin' and shit, claimin' he Don Hope he know when he step outside baby it's on Watch my guns illuminate the sky like Vietnam My confidence shared by all conglomerates Everyone in my circle is dominant We live prominent, your world we bombin' it Stuck in the pen? Walk the shit in Come on and cock it I got caught dealin', at the age of one-five Had all my bitches stealin', just tryin' to survive And it was business as usual if one of mine had to die 'Cause fuck dat yo, I gotta make sho my dough multiply Eight-fifty navy blue, kill like a Laker do Twenty inch chrome shit, who must I say to you Watch what your lady do we stoned the fuck out Not just your car nigga, chrome ya truck out Calico plastic, twin to match it Ice white like some Star Wars space gun Though, that ain't how they come my friend make 'em Sleek wit 'em like a L.A. nigga, love is day tons They talk shit you nigga where it hits the procedure I got rats dim as the site fool quick to switch cheetah Actually they want the cheeba I'm the owner and leader Yo my clip's my bitch, I own her and beat her Huh, shit, dick missile tomahawk One thing I love is sex discussions and armor talk Who got all the CEOs disputin'? And my clipse niggas fussin' and shootin'? Yo, it's that same nigga It was make money money take money money what? Make money money take money money what? Make money money take money money what? Make money money take money money money You ain't never seen it like this Ices this priceless, pullin' heist-es One wrong move, they lifeless Thug shit, bullets and clips and pwice this Where I come from niggas shoot guns and dices What the price is, scratch that we don't ask that We blast that gat in yo mouth, where the cash at? That's how I roll drugs get sold but never hold shit Malice face two-five to life, but never told shit It's like that, love for my clique, go ahead and light that When shorty left with no ends, y'all been never bite that Day in the life, ain't nothin' nice how I hit 'em up Hands high get 'em up, cash tried lit 'em up Regret that? Countin' my stack I had to wet that Hog tied, telephone cords, speak to the lord And while the cops untyin' you, my whole team eyin' you 'Cause even if you talk in your sleep my heat fryin' you I got caught dealin', at the age of one-five Had all my bitches stealin', just tryin' to survive And it was business as usual if one of mine had to die 'Cause fuck dat yo, I gotta make sho my dough multiply It was thankin' thankin' make money money Take money money what? Make money money take money money what? Make money money take money money what? Make money money take money money money Make money money take money money what? Make money money take money money what? Make money money take money money what? Make money money take money money money I got caught dealin', at the age of one-five Had all my bitches stealin', just tryin' to survive And it was business as usual if one of mine had to die 'Cause fuck dat yo, I gotta make sho my dough multiply