Lyrical Breakdown of Nothing - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Nothing" 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 "Nothing" 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.
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Fly money shit

Niggas always love this type of shit, nigga

You know what I'm sayin'?

This is for the fuckin skunks out there, nigga

For the fuckin robbers, nigga

And angry niggas, man

For real, man, it don't stop

It never did, nigga, neither

Real rap, nigga

Let's go in, nigga, stop playin' with these niggas, man

Yeah, there he go flashing his armor

Army jacket jumping in new fist commas

Project niggas low garments

Tolerance level is low

Dough fly through, yep we on it

Yeah

Scheming in the back of the Benzes

Hundred shot, AK, straight off your lenses

Do it again, screw-face a new face up again

This is how I know it's a win

You know we pop rappers down and them broke actors

Tax athletes, yap you at the track meet, black

Keep it a thousand while we slap niggas right in they houses

Let's take the jewelry off you want an ounce, kid

Real niggas know real niggas'll blow

At any given second it's real, gimme the go

And Imma tear one of y'all apart slow

Then scar you with one of these daggars and drag you through the snow

When you take another man's pride or put him outside his character

Got the Mac in his mouth, he yellin'

(I have nothing)

(I, I have nothing)

When you dealin' with shorts that ain't a lot, it's just a knot

And your pockets on silt yellin' "kill something now" because

(I have nothing)

(I, I have nothing)

Yeah, it's one thirty, I'm worthy and dirty

Stepped off the elevator, spray gamecurvy

Strep throat, less flow herb me

Ready to catch somethin', snatch somethin' up, word to Ernie

Yeah, we hillbillies, all of the real willies

Smoke grass, pop mollies, call him a pill-billy

Catch him in the field, do him real silly

Puddle of blood in the mud, that's for frontin', lookin' real leery

Grab the flex-and-relax niggas

Automatic tax, not askin', get your jawbone fractured

We can make a mess or do it classy

I'm talkin' to you, you in the red leather

Niggas wear lead leathers

He felt bad but respected me

Pass the watch and the chain, all respectably

Moseyed off, ran through Schenectady

We ain't amongst none of them niggas, all them niggas [?]

When you take another man's pride or put him outside his character

Got the Mac in his mouth, he yellin'

(I have nothing)

(I, I have nothing)

When you dealin' with shorts that ain't a lot, it's just a knot

And your pockets on silt yellin' "kill something now" because

(I have nothing)

(I, I have nothing)