Lyrical Breakdown of Clientele Feat. Raekwon And Fat Joe - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Clientele Feat. Raekwon And Fat Joe" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ghostface Killah weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Clientele Feat. Raekwon And Fat Joe" 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 Ghostface Killah 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 Ghostface Killah's narrative.

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"I just got outta jail and I ain't goin back!" "What's wrong wit'chu? Y'ackin all scared, nigga, you ain't never seen a gun before?" "Man, stop pointin the gun at him for!" "I tell your momma you ain't shit!" "You know you my favorite white boy, right?" "What? Man, fuck you, alright?" Who don't know? They don't know Better let 'em know, there they go, here we go Who don't know? They don't know Better let 'em know, there they go, here we go Aiyyo, aiyyo, clientele kid Lean in the buildin, gettin ill money, those who hate, I was their gig Guard rugby's on and fo' fifths Attractin them niggas we go against, the money was his One nasty unit of murderers, all type of goons'll watch Then four minutes later they burglars I heard from the grapevine, ma I made it Elevate the name up, this gift gotta reign and this game run up And now we stronger than ever, Nike jackets and classics Go against it and it's instant vendettas He run things, gun down kings, check the joint the kid flyin in Crib in Africa wit' two lions Son like a prince of a jewel thief, sold smack to millions Came back, wrapped it up too sweet The game was missin somethin unique I put too much in to fall back on, I'd rather you sleep (Chyeah!) We designin, rhymin with diamonds (Chyeah!) Ice Water, it was all in the timin (Chyeah!) He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment (Chyeah!) To the death and he billboard climbin (Chyeah!) We designin, rhymin with diamonds (Chyeah!) Ice Water, it was all in the timin (Chyeah!) He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment (Chyeah!) To the death and he billboard climbin Aiyyo, Young Carter bomb harder over nearly e'rybody Very rarely you find me without the mini-shotty Just waitin for Rae to give me the cue and then You see about a hundred Puerto Rican niggas shootin Nigga get down, lay down (we don't play around) I don't know what you heard (but we don't play around) It's cooked coke, you look broke, what the fuck happened? How you leave the dope game to pursue rappin? Already knowin that your shit was trash Breathin hard on the mic when your clique is ass All we tryin to do is bring dignity to rap Man you kiddin me, I'm literally the epitome of that Uhh, we much better than y'all, Terror Era the Squad My nigga said it, when we get in the yard Whether Marcy or Comstock, trigger palm cocked Straight punchin your lung, man you niggas gon' drop (Chyeah!) We designin, rhymin with diamonds (Chyeah!) Ice Water, it was all in the timin (Chyeah!) He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment (Chyeah!) To the death and he billboard climbin (Chyeah!) We designin, rhymin with diamonds (Chyeah!) Ice Water, it was all in the timin (Chyeah!) He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment (Chyeah!) To the death and he billboard climbin Yo, yo, shoot him in his mouth - fuck him, he act up Get the gasoline, tell Cherry to pull the Ac' up Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks Then skin his ass, as lame as he look, he ready to cook And he pleadin for mercy, bleedin from his dome and he thirsty The first week we made him eat shit Videotaped his wiz and I fucked his bitch Made him watch me on the couch havin fun with his kids So now yo' word hurts more, is it me showin love to your fam Or you in a box laid under the floor? Or, keep you alive, blow torch in your balls My murder chainsaw, your blood's on my Scarface wall Not even Ajax can clean that deck We need that maintenance man shit that Kill that greasy blood on contact Finish you off cause I'm pressed for time Your man and them'll be next to die, motherfucker (Chyeah!) We designin, rhymin with diamonds (Chyeah!) Ice Water, it was all in the timin (Chyeah!) He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment (Chyeah!) To the death and he billboard climbin (Chyeah!) We designin, rhymin with diamonds (Chyeah!) Ice Water, it was all in the timin (Chyeah!) He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment (Chyeah!) To the death and he billboard climbin Who don't know? They don't know Better let 'em know, there they go, here we go Who don't know? They don't know Better let 'em know, there they go, here we go Who don't know? They don't know Better let 'em know, there they go, here we go Who don't know? They don't know Better let 'em know, there they go, here we go "Your first try of crack, a very concentrated form of cocaine Can cost just a few dollars But what does crack really cost? Crack is so addictive, you can spend every dollar you have And still not get enough"