Lyrical Breakdown of Clown With It (feat. Mystikal) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Clown With It (feat. Mystikal)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how E-40 weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Clown With It (feat. Mystikal)" 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 E-40 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 E-40's narrative.

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Forty water and Mystikal What cha know about that nigga? Huh? What cha want girl? You interested in a thug ass nigga Wit battle wounds and scars Lawyers, doctors, rappers, R&B singers or sports stars? Wig splittas and dome crackers that s all I'm accustomed to Allergic to suckas and bustas and get to sneezin and shit aaachew! Ain't affiliated wit pathological liars and name droppers Just bosses and mafia niggas Slick talkers and collar poppa s Drug traffic and racketeer bank robbers Young pits pants saggin totin and packin choppers I'm having this ghetto money tryin to stay papered up like a fax I keep tellin all these niggas out this way you ain't got to have dandruff to have scratch Protect yo neck and yo chest See my mentality hasn't changed just my physical address nothin less (less) I smoke wit the gromiest and the highest Takin my chances on hepatitis Sharin my forty s of malt liquor drinkin 211 after any old nigga thinking& Clown wit it, Clown wid it Pimpin mob wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Player boss wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Give a fuck wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it I mean sic wid it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Pimpin mob wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Player boss wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Give a fuck wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Nigga you must have been drinkin dog water If you think you can fuck wit the bayou godfather Smoke like scaldin water I'm come from the 12th ward Cuts and welts and scars whoever face-off Burnin and turnin they lights out makin them stay dark Body beatin and sweepin keepin em sleepin heat seekin deletin cause bitch I ain need cha feel like bullets hit cha when the rhymes flyin off when I get finish wit cha you gonna feelin Dog tired boss (John Cofey from the Green Mile) Jump shop, hop flight, cop ride and Tellin finally smell it and chop it up wit Fonzarelli These niggas be sounding like they talking bout they on one but when I come they only fuck up one run like homerun Fire-bringa Rhyme-singa Pussy-banga Young dick- slanga They funky like Kunta Kinte own thang on my bike I'm ridin the fuckin rap game on the handle bars Clown wit it, Clown wid it Pimpin mob wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Player boss wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Give a fuck wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it I mean sic wid it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Pimpin mob wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Player boss wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Give a fuck wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it I'm talkin sic wid it Livin in California ain't always to cute Like New Orleans You can fuck around and get yo head put on flat in a road rage dispute The poor get poorer And the rich keep gettin richer These hoers keep pourin And the spicks keep getting slicker I play the game for what it s worth Hard like penitentiary steel not soft like a Nerf I know some cats, seriously homey maybe twice, ain't neva been pass four blocks in they li-a-life dudes can't even dream a dream about gettin paid just sittin on the corner sittin there for about a decade I might not be the sharpest tool in the shed but I'm a rebel Some cats'll bury their self alive just to prove they know how to use a shovel And about you sounding like everybody else ass rappers knock my flow But in the back of your head you really be sayin that their nigga right their be snappin that nigga from the bay I ain't even gon lie pimpin That nigga a fool right their He got a fool style That nigga their can go&go Clown wit it, Clown wid it Pimpin mob wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Player boss wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Give a fuck wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it I mean sic wid it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Pimpin mob wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Player boss wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it Give a fuck wit it Clown wit it, Clown wid it I'm talkin sic wid it