Lyrical Breakdown of Raw - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Man, this is it This is what they've been waiting for baby This is what they've been waiting for They've been waiting for the dog to scratch They've been waiting for the dog to scratch Already got Grand Champ status Tell me how they feel about this? All I see red, blood red Fuck that nigga said? One dead Gun to the head, didn't run But instead, wash my hands and face His blood, it shed Never had it all, I was born demented Fuck apologizing, if I said it, I meant it If I don't like you, fuck you Never pretendin' Crash blew up and burned – that's how it ended Urban legend, I heard it mentioned Dog is right at home in the dirty trenches My birth's intentions [?] was the first to sentence What's life without parole for the worse offenses Senseless slaughters, kicked open the door Why everybody gotta die? Why our sons and daughters? With orders, we are clear from the start First, turn off the lights And then murder whatever moves in the dark, nigga Blood red! Blood red! If they don't know by now, they about to find out Blood red! Blood red! How the dog get down, and what the dog is about Even though I know it is the truth, you don't mean it You haven't earned it, you haven't seen it Nightmares, all you can do is dream it You run from it, and I end up in between it What was the first curse, turned into a blessing With burners that shit was burned, turned into a weapon Built for war, bitch ass nigga That shit I'm gonna spit will get you killed through the door Found 'em on the floor - the fetal position There is no 'or,' came here with leave 'em intentions [?] Thought shit was funny, like shit you was saying was ill Until you made that left turn, and shit got real When it come to rap, you cats got it all wrong Got bars for days, but can't make a song If you did half of what you said when you was flapping your jaw Push dem bricks, the fuck yous rapping for? Nigga! Blood red! Blood red! Man, if they don't know by now, they about to find out Blood red! Blood red! How the dog get down, and what the dog is about mothafucka! Blood red! Blood red! If they don't know by now, they about to find out Blood red! Blood red! How the dog get down, and what dog is about They wasn't, they not ready! They not ready! C'mon man My plan It is not a fucking game