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