Lyrical Breakdown of Watch Ya Self - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Mobb Deep weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Watch Ya Self" 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 Mobb Deep 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 Mobb Deep's narrative.

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Yeah, uh huh, horror flick Teach those niggas Yea, gotta teach those niggas Yo, y'all don't know how to ball Guess the game wasn't made for y'all It was designed for niggas like us who Only put trust in guns and nothin' else Fuck it I'm smellin' myself You cowards can't touch me Fuck around get close hit him With the pound dummy A pound if you're lucky With the dead ass reel Burnin' heavy every hour Some paranoid still Clock me, fuck it, I got time to kill Niggas amped liked they just finished Sniffin' out of bills He'll die high, somebody will cry First one, hold them tears till you out The range of the gun Then tell like usual what's in the blood Whatever happened to the cold niggas Got it fucked up And twisted out the frame beyond my belief All the windows in the hood Them shit's like box seats You better, watch yourself Your life'll end up like a horror flick And it'll be over just that quick When that thing go click Niggas better bounce Before you be that nigga that We all readin' about You better, watch yourself Your life'll end up like a horror flick And it'll be over just that quick When that thing go click Niggas better bounce Before you be that nigga that We all readin' about Y'all niggas all charge, thinking too hard Don't you know that your evil Can't work against the god Go ahead, quit your day job step in my world Bring the guns with you Plus, put a lock on your girl It won't help Cause you know I got those keys and Slugs for days we don't play with the heat In the dark of the day You get caught in the way Smoke steamin' from the pistol the Color of char' grey You tryna scare me? You niggas is dead wrong Flash a gun on me That's how you get clapped on And clapped off the face of the Earth You're damn right it ain't a movie This shit gon' hurt lease for a second At the most you're fucked The pain is a mo'fucka though Ain't it done The street team holding sticks With our posters up Got more thug than you immediate thugs You better, watch yourself Your life'll end up like a horror flick And it'll be over just that quick When that thing go click Niggas better bounce Before you be that nigga that We all readin' about You better, watch yourself Your life'll end up like a horror flick And it'll be over just that quick When that thing go click Niggas better bounce Before you be that nigga that We all readin' about Yo, the bare horror show and We using real blood These are not props nigga these are real guns Call me shit, the more we click This is not for those that Are weak in the stomach The black murder mob you Can start being scared We hair baby girl, get your coat We 'bout to air it Alright now on the count of three imma air it (123) everybody get the fuck back Push niggas' haircuts back Cops get shot from tryna Stop niggas from jayin' Throw pills back and one swallowed Smoke the whole dutch with three poles And keep me from stretchin' Push V's to their red line While you're broke staring Get a job, get a car with some power steering Get a girl, she can wash you up Dirty ass niggas standing next To us they bums You better, watch yourself Your life'll end up like a horror flick And it'll be over just that quick When that thing go click Niggas better bounce Before you be that nigga that We all readin' about You better, watch yourself Your life'll end up like a horror flick And it'll be over just that quick When that thing go click Niggas better bounce Before you be that nigga that We all readin' about