Lyrical Breakdown of What The Blood Clot - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Method Man weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "What The Blood Clot" 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 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's narrative.

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[Intro: RZA, (Method Man), {Y-Kim}] Shit is bangin! You see what I'm sayin? Our shit is bangin! (Our shit is stainin, son) Yo, Shaolin runnin this shit, son! Runnin this shit! (Stainin) What's up, Y-Kim? 'Sup, nigga? {What's up, man? What's up?} What's up? Representin Brownsville Know I'm sayin? Base, peace to all my Brownsville niggaz! {The alcoholics son} What's goin on, son? Peace to all my Putnam Avenue motherfuckers! Bedford-stuy! (Yeah, peace to the valley goat.) Peace to my Wild Wild West Brighton niggaz! (Big up The Bridge!) [Method Man] All I hear is gun shots Can I touch somethin? What the Blood Clot!?! Nigga want Tical, make it happen You know my fuckin style, fuck the rappin! We can take it back to eighty-five If you wanna start actin like you live It's all good, I'm rollin' with my click Owls, Backwoods and Phillies Smokin cess blunts, mixed with illy Got me flusted, now the whole world looks dusted I'm in the area with the skill that never rusted (What?) For real, nigga, touch it and you burn When will motherfuckers learn? What be spreadin like a germ? Haha, it's Meth, word I be that early bird that got the worm and if you check it I'm on point, like a fax machine you get the message It's be no question it's them, bust the second guessin's Keep your thoughts on your lessons What the Blood Clot!?! To tell the truth, you don't amaze me Killa Hill Project, a Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me What? Check the Raider Ruckus, fuck this Smoke a Dutchmaster, have 'em screamin for the dutchess Yeah, I gotta have it, so I strive to stack my papes If I don't do it for mydelf, I'ma do it for Case Cuz that's my peoples, we givin you injections that be Lethal Weapons, when niggaz start the half steppin Then I get evil But don't let that negative vibe right there mislead you I'm humble, a fuckin Killa Bee, far from bumble I sting you *BZZZT* and I bring you Thirty-six Chambers of head banger, bitch Why I deal with? I think the mic's on the fritz Faggot soundmen, they be sabotagin shit! Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane... Meth-Tical, let the whole world know my fuckin name What the Blood Clot!?! [Outro: Method Man, (RZA)] Yeah, yeah, you know what I'm sayin? (Yeah, what? What!?!) First of all I'd like to give a big peace and shout out To my brothers in the belly of the beast Raider Ruckus, y'all got my back and one love (Y'all niggaz better start stackin) June Lover, Shitty Brown (Y'all niggaz better get real) Pussin, Pil, P.L.O., Stack DAT, Dusty, Storm (All my real ass niggaz get down, to all my niggaz locked down) SUUU! We still in here, nigga (Y'all gotta party, locked down in the street, nigga) Jamel, one love, nigga, Nice, Uncle Eric AKA Shane (You get your ass beat in the streets) I ain't forget you, nigga, Shakim, nuttin Big Sha, K. Fisk, Big Free from Cipher Heat For all the fugitives on the run Everybody from Riker's Island to San Quintan And a big major shout out to my old dad who just got home On work release, keep your heads up niggaz Oh my God (You what I'm sayin? Peace to the Gods) Here we go, here we go, here we go (You see that, nigga, fuckin Dirty Bastard? That nigga is fuckin crazy!)