Lyrical Breakdown of Cartel Gathering - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Jadakiss feat. Ghostface Killah & Raekwon weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Cartel Gathering" 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 Jadakiss feat. Ghostface Killah & Raekwon 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 Jadakiss feat. Ghostface Killah & Raekwon's narrative.

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Yo, yo, yo, word to ride, nigga, yeah

Aiyyo, we four or five niggaz with furs on

Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on

Blowin' on saxophones, the band is rough

So much ice on, looks like my wrist been cut

And we just made it back from Beijing

Seen my jeweler, told him melt the bird down to eight rings

But then the music stopped, Jada stood up

Before the speech, he had everybody raise they cups

He said, "I been in spots where I can't even mention it"

"Don't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta pissed in it"

Romanian dude, black down, pourin' the saki

Face slumped to the side like Rocky

And Strahan came through with his bullshit ring

He said, "Yikes", when I pulled out my monster bling

Don't be afraid of the New York street talk

I switch gear all day, bro, like you do on your peach porch

The chairs is suede, the walls is velvet

Marquise ballroom, so live I felt it

Fat asses in fishnets, shakin' they pelvis

Playin' with they pussy, middle finger drippin', I smelt it

Poker tables, crap joints just for rap niggaz

Me and Sheek, walkin' around bitch slappin' niggaz

There go Rae, there go P

Yo Chop, whattup?

Sam Cooke writin' hand, all of my lightning, damn

Used to rob niggaz in Sam's, buy shams

For my dude's baby shoe or booster baby, rollin' with steel

Eatin' Jamaican food under the wheel

You know the deal, book somethin' then blow

Went from a O to a low, little apartment in Brookdale

Gold was my motto, lotto numbers is what?

Had it in me, rolled down coolin' with coke

That's the '90s, Chef era take over America

Bag Ugly Betty up, make her Ms. Guerrera

Pinky wench in sweaters, cortex burnin' the mic booth

Travel right past my heritage

Them old school niggaz is me

Taught me how to read, get skee'd, everybody missin' a ki

Yo, I do this with a natural movement

Catch me by the [Incomprehensible], scope on me, fuck it, I'm losin' it

Yeah, yo, I did it my way, lights off on the highway

Greek statues on both sides of the driveway

Word to the stamps on the diesel

The way these niggaz is lookin' either they got cramps or they evil

One go, we all go, D-boy fresh but hard dough

Cashmere and suede cargoes

On top of the beige Wallo's

45 government edition clippers, straight hollows

My clientele is supreme and it's proven

That I'm only built for the Link if it's Cuban

I'm a pioneer, I'm not a vet

'Last Kiss' is a French one, it's not a peck

Movin' powder, piff and a lot of wet

You're gonna die, that's a promise not a threat

Yeah, but I ain't with the chatterin'

'Cause I'd just rather splatter them

This is a cartel gatherin', what?