Lyrical Breakdown of Let Em Know - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Jeezy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Let Em Know" 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 Jeezy 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 Jeezy's narrative.

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Woke up this mornin' feelin' like Rocky Back to myself, yeah I'm motherfuckin' cocky If I take off all the chains we can play a little hockey You know we playin' with the chop sticks, shit will have you leakin' saki Let me tell you bout the story from Huaraches to Versaces My partner pulled up, I had to shove it up it up habachi Two bones on the side, yeah you know a little broccoli Choppers in the car, got my own paparazzi Stars on the ceilin', confidence is on a trillion Where them bad bitches at? Let me know you in the buildin' Last time I hit the county, shit my bail was a million Last time I hit the club, shit I could have bought the buildin' I'm 'bout to hit 'em with the sauce, sauce they ass for a minute Like my Philly nigga said get in my bag for a minute They like "where you been Young? Shit was bad for a minute" All them clown niggas winnin', shit was sad for a minute but I'mma make these niggas get on they shit doe Do nothin' else I can write a hit doe I'mma need five bricks for the show doe Plus another 20k just to blow doe I've done had about all I can take doe I'mma show you how to kill 'em when they hate doe Sometime ya gotta let a nigga know doe Sometime ya gotta fuck a nigga hoe doe You nigga gonna learn who to fuck with Y'all hoes gon' miss me with the fuck shit Took it out the bag, mixed it with the yellow box Went to sleep woke up in a yellow watch Do better, and these niggas gon' hate more You keep it solid, and these niggas gon' flake more Super nigga music, need a cape hoe Nine piece in the stove, dinner date ho And I don't fuck around with too many rap niggas Reason bein' I don't fuck around with cap niggas See the problem is there way too many plug niggas Which in turn means there ain't enough drug dealers This for my niggas in the trenches with the four eight Still sleepin' with the toolie by the doorway They like "where you been Young? Shit was bad for a minute" All them clown niggas winnin', shit was sad for a minute but I'mma make these niggas get on they shit doe Do nothin' else I can write a hit though I'mma need five bricks for the show doe Plus another 20k just to blow doe I've done had about all I can take doe I'mma show you how to kill 'em when they hate doe Sometime ya gotta let a nigga know doe Sometime ya gotta fuck a nigga hoe doe Niggas envy, I can see it in they eye doe Type of nigga to sit and wait on your demise doe Couldn't walk a mile, they ain't your size doe I'mma show what you been like surprise doe You ho ass niggas can't stop shit You ho ass niggas ain't 'bout shit You know we brought out all the chains for the gold diggers And we brought out all things for the ho niggas You gettin' money in this motherfucker, what it do? Got a pocket full of hundreds and I bet they blue Hard dick and bubble gum, no pillow talk And I ain't gotta say much, I let the skrilla talk Valet out front for a tank nigga And I'm actin' like my shit don't stank nigga The general, P Miller on the tank nigga Y'all bout to make me start pullin' rank nigga I'mma make these niggas get on they shit doe Do nothin' else I can write a hit though I'mma need five bricks for the show doe Plus another 20k just to blow doe I've done had about all I can take doe I'mma show you how to kill 'em when they hate doe Sometime ya gotta let a nigga know doe Sometime ya gotta fuck a nigga hoe doe