Lyrical Breakdown of Threat - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats That's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up Put ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga Yeah, I done told you niggas nine or ten times, stop fuckin' with me I done told you niggas, nine albums, stop fuckin' with me I done told you niggas, the nine on me, stop fuckin' with me You niggas must got nine lives 9th Wonder Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue? I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along Now it's a duet and you wet when you check out The technique from the two TECs and I don't need two lips To blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit This is a unusual musical I conductin' You lookin' at the black Warren Buffett So all critics can duck sick I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up For three years, they had me peein' out of a cup Now they 'bout to free me up, what you think I'm gon' be, what? Rehabilitated, man, I still feel hatred I'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked But you never had me like Christina Aguiler-y But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry Or the FDR in the seat of my car Screamin' out the sunroof "Death to y'all" You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout feds Nigga, them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin' Put your smarts on the side of your garment Nigga stop fuckin' with me R-I-P That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild Nigga I keep trash bags with me Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out This sincere, this some sincere shit right here! Grown man, I put hands on you I dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you Lay out blueprint plans on you We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you Then I Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you I put the boy in the box like David Blaine Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang Y'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button For the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga run it Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it Your boy got the goods, y'all don't want nothin' of it Like, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you Change your face or the bullets change all that for you Y'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets Please don't make me park it in your upper level Valet a couple strays from the .38 Special, nigga God bless you I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin' Put your smarts on the side of your garment Nigga stop fuckin' with me R-I-P Yeah, I'm threatenin' ya, yeah, I'm threatenin' ya! Who you thank you dealin' with? They call me Threats, nigga I been makin' threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga! Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard When the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga you dies Like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try No two, no three, no four, know why? Because one's four-five might blow yo' high You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God It's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the seven Put you on the nigga news, UPN and 11 Where you been? You ain't heard? Got the word that I'm... that I'm so sincere? I'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend I will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again That's right I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin' Put your smarts on the side of your garment Nigga stop fuckin' with me R-I-P Whattup? Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers what? Nigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail Through your momma's momma's house Nigga what the, where everybody live! Undercover nigga, take your teeth out your mouth nigga Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga And help you swallow Nigga I take a mop handle off nigga And sweep nigga, hold on, I'll be, nigga what?