Lyrical Breakdown of Incarcerated Scarfaces - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Raekwon weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Incarcerated Scarfaces" 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 Raekwon 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 Raekwon's narrative.

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He looks determined without being ruthless

Something heroic in his manner

There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer

Comes across so calm

Acts like he has a dream

Full of passion

You don't trust me, huh?

You know why

I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway

Knock niggas out the box all the time

Niggas know my motherfuckin' repertoire, big ones (uh-huh)

(Yeah, motherfucker, straight up)

(I'll fuck your whole team up) Take care of B.I., Chef

(Yeah, bust it, yo, yo) Fly G.I. niggas

Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out

It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto

We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases

Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces

Thug-related style attract millions, fans

They understand my plan, who's the kid up in the green Land?

Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose

Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised

Fake be fronting, hourglass-heads niggas be wanting

Shutting down your slot, time for pumping

Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps

Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump?

Dough be flowing by the hours, Wu, we got the collars

Scholars, word life, peace to Power and my whole unit

Word up, quick to set it, don't wet it

Real niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut

Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out

It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto

We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases

Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces

Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable

Real niggas raise up, spend your money, argue

But this time is for the uninvited

Go 'head and rhyme to it, bitch nigga, mics is getting fired

More fiends, chicks be burning like chlorine

Niggas recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene

But hold up, Moët be tasting like throw-up

My mob roll up, dripped to death, whips rolled up

You never had no wins, sliding in these dens

With Timbs, with MAC-10's and broke friends

You got guns? Got guns too, what up, son?

Do you wanna battle for cash and see who sons who?

I'll probably wax tracks, smack rap niggas, you, facts

Niggas' lyrics are wack, nigga

Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank busting Scud missiles

You rolling like Trump, you get your meat lumped

For real, it's just slang rap democracy

Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees

Check the status, soon to see me at, Caesar's Palace eating salads

We beating mics sending keys to Dallas

I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell

From where we at to my man's cell

From staircase to stage, minimum wage

But soon to get a article in Rap Page

But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac'

Bank account fat, it's going down like that

And pardon the French, but let me speak Italian

Black stallions wildling on Shaolin

That means the island of Staten

And niggas carry gats and mad police from Manhattan

Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out

It's for real though, let's connect, politic, ditto

We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases

Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces

I do this for barber shop niggas in the Plaza

Catching asthma, Rae is sticking gun-flashers

Well-dressed, skating through the projects with big ones

Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs

Switch like a chameleon, hit Brazilians

Pass the cash or leave your children, leave the building

Niggas, yo, they be folding like envelopes

Under pressure, like Lou Ferrigno on coke

Yo, Africans denying niggas up in yellow cabs

Musty like fuck, waving they arms to Arabs

Sit back, cooling like Kahlúas on rocks

On the crack spots, rubber band wrap all my knots

View bitches who fuck dreads on Sudafeds

Pussy's hurting, they did it for a yard for the feds

Word up, cousin, nigga, I seen it

Like a 27-inch Zenith, believe it

Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out

It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto

We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases

Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces

Yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out

It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto

Get lifted in the staircases

Peace, incarcerated scarfaces

Time is runnin' out

Politic, ditto

Incarcerated scarfaces