Lyrical Breakdown of Custom Made (Give It to You) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Custom Made (Give It to You)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil' Kim weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Custom Made (Give It to You)" 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 Lil' Kim 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 Lil' Kim's narrative.

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I gets right to the point, no time to play around When it comes to this cheddar, lay a nigga down Bust shots at his Rover if he dare come back around Pay me on time or I gots to take mine At first I seem friendly but that's just in me I warn you when I blow, it gets a little windy You make me wanna fight you, I ain't nothin' like you Y'all paper thin, my shit recycled They call me Lil' Kim, A.K.A. Cover Girl Sometimes I feel like I'm from another fuckin' world Niggaz buy me glass slippers and diamond fingernails And aww, shit, I got it all in this bitch Goodness gracious, the papers Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga pass that We rollin' in tinted Nav's TV's in the dash, see we love the cash Goodness gracious, the papers Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga pass that We rollin' in tinted Nav's TV's in the dash, see we love the cash To all my bitches in the strip club, shakin' they ass (I ain't mad, do your thing mami) Get that cash And all my hustlin' niggaz still out on the ave Fightin' over blocks and who got the best rocks And goodness gracious, the struggle never stops The things we all do to keep our pockets filled with knots People fuck to my music, they say it's pornographic My Billboards is nice, one day gon' be a classic I fuck with dudes with "Members Only" jackets That sleep on brass beds, with money for a mattress Gettin' money, bitch, and I roll with dimes Take pictures with our nines on the cover of New York Times Tattoos down our spine with the the picture of a dime Cuttin' niggaz short like inmates for phone time Everything I get is custom made Niggaz, wanna get laid, I gotta get paid (The papers) Goodness gracious, the papers Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga pass that We rollin' in tinted Nav's TV's in the dash, see we love the cash Goodness gracious, the papers Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga pass that We rollin' in tinted Nav's TV's in the dash, see we love the cash Goodness gracious, the papers Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga pass that We rollin' in tinted Nav's TV's in the dash, see we love the cash Goodness gracious, the papers Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga pass that We rollin' in tinted Nav's TV's in the dash, see we love the cash