Lyrical Breakdown of Mr Me Too - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mr Me Too" 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 "Mr Me Too" 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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You know we back, right? Clear the streets out Come on with it, haha Star Trak Niggas is haters, I'm doin' deals like the majors Ice Cream sneakers, I signed my first skater So you can pay three and buy yourself some Bapestas Bulletproof under T-shirts because they hate us Do like Snoop say, "Step ya game up" Double-decker boat nigga, Meditterane up D-Class Asscher cuts, tuck your chain up Liberace fingers, niggas hit Lorraine up Just last week, I was out in Aspen Me and Puff hoppin' off the plane, both us laughin' A week before that, I was out in Italy Italian heartthrobs could not get rid of me Up in Donatella crib, me and like ten hoes Call from the cell phone, "Give me that Enzo" (yes, sir) I know what you thinkin', "Yeah, me too" Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too Been two years like I was paddy wagon cruisin' Streets was yours, you're dunce cappin' and kazooin' I was just assumin' you'd keep the coke movin' But I got one question, what the fuck y'all been doin'? (Come on) Pyrex stirs turned into Cavalli furs The full-length cat, when I wave, the kitty purrs (meow) All my niggas caked up, sellin' gray and beige dust Have that money right or end up in the trunk taped up We don't chase or duck, we only race for bucks Peel money rolls 'til our thumbs get the paper cuts Chill, retardo, South Beach Gallardo Teal started up, go brrr like its Nardo Women, if you love me, please let me know Tie rags 'round your neck and learn the sets we throw These are the days of our lives and I'm sorry to the fans But them crackers weren't playin' fair at Jive I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too Okay, we get it, yep, yeah, you too I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too Okay, we get it, yep, yeah, you too I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too I know what you thinkin', why I call you "Me Too?" 'Cause everythin' I say, I got you sayin', "Me too" I say I got a Benz, you say, "Me too" You hangin' out the window so they can see you But you ain't hangin' out the window when you in that G2 Or that G3 or G4 like we dos Star Trak, Clipse, Malice, come on Wanna know the time? Better clock us Niggas bite the style from the shoes to the watches We cloud hoppers, tailored suits like we mobsters Break down keys into dimes and sell 'em like Gobstoppers Who gon' stop us? Not a goddamn one of you Mean with the re-up, nigga, we street tumblers Ivory white, yeah that's the same color Of a 'Zure, nigga, best believe it's the Mulliner Take no prisoners, rap niggas are whisperers Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us Champagne corks is kicked by Louis sports and Keep my hoes in Pucc' and Charles Jourdan, uh Cop it, chrome it, touchscreen component Mink on the floor, make you hot, don't it? You don't wanna know what the fuck I spent on it Tomorrow ain't promised, so we live for the moment I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too Okay, we get it, yep, yeah, you too I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too Okay, we get it, yep, yeah, you too I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too