Lyrical Breakdown of Watch Dem Niggas (feat. Foxy Brown) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Watch Dem Niggas (feat. Foxy Brown)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Nas feat. Foxy Brown weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Watch Dem Niggas (feat. Foxy Brown)" 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 Nas feat. Foxy Brown 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 Nas feat. Foxy Brown's narrative.

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They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive It's just the likeness, of Israelite's mist, that made me write this A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin' down your prime time Food for thought or rather mind wine The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis On how we creep quick, fuckin' your wife that ain't so secret It's mandatory - see that pussy, they hand it to me I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story There ain't no drama that my niggaz never handle for me My gator brand is Maurry, walkin' through rough land before m Scopin' they lay in the cut, weighin' my luck Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages Winkin' at some females cops with cocked gauge The mag inside the triple goose Face down on the floors, the routine Don't want hear nobody blow steam, just cream or it's a smoke screen Imagine that - that's why I hardly kick the braggin' raps I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant Watch dem niggas that be close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinkin' about smokin' you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what) Livin' reckless, die for my necklace Crime infected, drivin' a Lexus with a death wish Jettin', checkin' my message on the speaker Boppin to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa CD crankin', doin' ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt No seat belt, drinkin' and thinkin' My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin' enlightenment My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow Traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo My "Fuck tomorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo Escobar the desperado - word to Custom Auto Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin' the dough Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead Drama with the Feds, not listenin' just bobbin your head Your Roley shinin', thinkin' to yourself nobody's takin' mine At the same time, your hoe is gettin' snatched from behind Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand From all the ice, wouldn't you know You knew these niggaz all your life What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somewhere down the line Now they had to target your wisdom She took em to your place, straight to your safe You doubted it could happen sick of yappin' Dump in your ride, headed to your side Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't find her Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin' the dough Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead Drama with the Feds, not listenin' just bobbin your head Your Roley shinin', thinkin' to yourself nobody's takin' mine At the same time, your hoe is gettin' snatched from behind Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand From all the ice, wouldn't you know You knew these niggaz all your life What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somewhere down the line Now they had to target your wisdom She took em to your place, straight to your safe You doubted it could happen sick of yappin' Dump in your ride, headed to your side Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't find her Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes