Lyrical Breakdown of Clips - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Clips" 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 "Clips" 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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Ay yo turn those lights down while i'm recording Matter 'fact y'all niggas get the fuck out the room g Straight up Sipping on that bullshit budweiser Know i mean Yo what fuck you too nigga Kind of pants you got on motherfucker capris Bitch ass nigga go get ya feet done Eat a dick nigga Catch me in the 80's drop Oldschool mercedes with a brand new baby glock Right from my lady's suck with two bodies on it Capricorn aquarius Lost so much blood these bitch niggas in they periods They say i be living a role like 'pac in juice And only fuck with fly bitches that can fly and boost And they ears be chandeliers Lit up like a lamp who cares They cooch is fierce the only thing loose is hairs That's right y'all If a rap nigga say my name i'm a fight y'all Fuck a state light charge My predicate status irrelevant My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants Jumbo shits from new orleans Players and pimps that bit off fiends Quick switch with the hands Powder blue wally's is dyed Vanilla bally's is mean Can't none of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team uh Aiyyo we the live niggas holding heat on the street corners Sic the beasts on you turn mothers to mourners Money launderers neighborhood coroners Place bodies in bags Tango with dirty cash Cocaine jacks Kings of the hill out to blow like propane gas Package the raw theodore we got the game on smash Cause we cut from the same cloth Big guns ready to bang off Slide off the cables and take the rings off We hold the weight of four synagogues Jelly'd uptown in them beat down rented cars Going mad wetting 'em Milk cash heavy tecks hood rats sexing 'em Paris crew little dudes Please i was repping 'em Niggas couldn't come through That's when the block was like wallpaper Loved sticking niggas like crazy glue Blackouts happened god forbid don't be around The bag lady will mark you and let off in the next town She struck two times get caught Good luck blood it ain't no heinz Blow a hockey puck hole in the back of your spine She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your eyes So when the cops look they see they selves They all gonna die It's the tale of the crips and bloods Pimps and thugs Get your face bashed in on the concrete rug On that note I'm a say peace Theodore word to darryl mack's teeth Aiyyo we the live niggas holding heat on the street corners Sic the beasts on you turn mothers to mourners Money launderers neighborhood coroners Place bodies in bags Tango with dirty cash Cocaine jacks Kings of the hill out to blow like propane gas Package the raw theodore we got the game on smash Cause we cut from the same cloth Big guns ready to bang off Slide off the cables and take the rings off Yo ayo i'll break every bone in your wrist Smack you in the back of your head on The block while you holding your dick My semi they call it the crouching tiger A hundred bowls of total is trash Because my lead eat through fibers Peel your potato like ore ida On the day of your death people had Candles but couldn't find no lighter Fuck your mural Fuck your hood You ain't a street legend like me Blake carrington holding the dynasty I muffle motherfuckers up like meineke And write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes with e Jewel thief shizzam bangles in the vault deep And cruising deserts mad heavy into salt treats I'm the taste in bush's mouth nasty Afghanistan missions gun training in the grassy fatigues Picking niggas off by the red sea And did it all for ghost sniffing on caffeine