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.
• 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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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)