Lyrical Breakdown of I'm Dope Ni**a - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I'm Dope Ni**a" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Method Man feat. Redman weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I'm Dope Ni**a" 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 Method Man feat. Redman 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 Method Man feat. Redman's narrative.

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Redman (Method Man)]

Straight up, nigga

Brick City on fire, nigga

We on fire, nigga

(Beast shit) yeah

(Oh yeah, my mic sound real nice, check it)

(Yeah, uh, ok) yessir

Hot off the press, yo, yo

Check out the, main attraction, black man in action

The orangutan that remain a captain

You need a boost, I'm the right thing to tap in

Cause hip hop is lame, the whole game is lacking

I make my commission off, weed and shows

Chicks wanna spread rumors like Club New Vogue

But I pimp it like my

Ruff-ruff-ruff-ruff, we don't love them hoes

Each flow that I'm spitting sound mall nutrition

But it's phat when the clip in, boy, I mean business

We got beef for the teeth, with soy bean niggas

Redman & Method Man, stay in the lab

America meet the new Tango & Cash

Hip hop is in trouble, I stay on the pad

Rappers wanna feature me, I'm like give me a math

I'm like "nah", I'm a keep it funky, nigga

Talk 20, cause for money, I"m a junkie nigga

I'm dope, nigga (yeah, that's what the say)

(Frank Lucas with the pen, get at me, ok?)

I'm dope, nigga, dirty needle stuck in the arm

Hustle til the package is gone, never tuck in my charm, cause I'm

I'm dope, nigga (now I'm out to my dope)

(Nino Brown takeover, that's how I roll)

Now let me smoke witcha, hard when the kid on the job

Keep a step ahead of the law, push the peddle and floor

I got that small change, my nigga, quarters, nickels & dimes

I might cop a little shine, favorite pistol, a nine

I can't deal with fickle minds cause I'm too official with mine

Put your nose in my notebook and go and sniff you a line

I'm dope, nigga, I'm heroin in it's prime

While the game is on it's decline, bitches on my define

I fine rhyme and easy, but I ain't easy to find

Number one on my to do list, please believe me, it's crime

Ain't with the tom foolery, Meth, if you don't know that

I'm a bet on what to do with me, yet, go 'head and Google me

Your boy flow fluently, yes, still got that Wu in me

Screw it, let me do it to death, minus the eulogy

Ah-hah, I'm ahead of the game, ahead of these lames

I'm a head case, the head nurse is getting better with brain

Let me network, the rest of you niggas stay in your lane

Know your network, now back to the script, like I was saying

The hip hop Yogi Berra, New York, let's get together

It took a '90's boy, to flow in your era

Niggas never saw me when I write, and signed in a letter

I was born the son of Helen Keller

My skin is Old Yeller, but a bitch dig a fella

She like the way car wheels flip the propellers

I 'stay fly' like Three 6, someone tell her

Doc & Meth tough like Run-DMC leather

I'm the 'king of rock', dimes, grams and ki's

Cause the world don't give a fuck if I got a fam to feed

This a heroin dream, smash up a fiend

You can see this pack in my jeans, put you back on your lean

Yeah, back for a fit, back on my shit

Got my ex from back in the days, even back on my dick

This is crack shit, ya'll do it big, I super size

Coke Classic, my nose in the 'cane, like Super Fly, cause I'm