Lyrical Breakdown of Clientele Kid - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Clientele Kid" 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 "Clientele Kid" 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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Straight up, last minute, you know what time it is? Word up, yeah, yeah, yeah Word up, word up, blip blip blap blap blap What up? Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know There they go, here we go Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know There they go, here we go Aiyo, aiyo Clientele Kidd layin' in the crib gettin' ill money Those who 8 hours get gig got rugby's on and 4/5ths Attractin' them niggaz I go against, the money was his One nasty unit of murderers, all type of Goons'll watch Then four minutes later they burglars I heard from the grapevine mine made it Elevate the name up, this gift gotta reign and his game went up And now he's stronger than ever, Nike jackets and Classics Go against it and it's instant vendettas He run things, gun down kings Check the joint, the kid flyin' in Crib in Africa with two lions Somethin' like the prince of a jewel thief, so smack the millions Came back, wrapped it up, too sweet The game is missin' somethin' unique I put too much to fall back on, I rather just sleep (Chef) We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds (Chef) Ice Water, it was all in the timin' (Chef) He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment (Chef) To the death and he Billboard climbin' (Chef) We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds (Chef) Ice Water, it was all in the timin' (Chef) He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment (Chef) To the death and he Billboard climbin' Yeah uh, yo Don Carta' bomb harder over nearly everybody Very rarely you find me without the mini-shotti Just waitin' for Rae to give me the cue and You see about 100 Puerto Rican niggaz shootin' Nigga get down, lay down, we don't play around I don't know what you heard but we don't play around It's cooked coke but look, but what the fuck happened? How you leave the dope game to pursue rappin'? Already knowin' that ya shit was trash Breathin' hard on the mic when yo' click is ass All we tryin' to do is bring dignity to rap And you kiddin' me? I'm literally the epitome of that Uh, we much better than y'all, Terre-error the Squad My niggaz set it when we get in the yard Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers 'pon cock Straight punch in ya lung and you niggaz gon' drop What? (Chef) We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds (Chef) Ice Water, it was all in the timin' (Chef) He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment (Chef) To the death and he Billboard climbin' (Chef) We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds (Chef) Ice Water, it was all in the timin' (Chef) He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment (Chef) To the death and he Billboard climbin' Yo yo yo, shoot him in his mouth Fuck him, get the gasoline tell Terry to pull the act up Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his ass As lame as he look he ready to cook And he pleadin' for mercy, bleedin' from his dome and he thirsty The first week we made him eat shit Videotaped his wiz and I fucked his bitch Made him watch me on the couch havin' fun with his kids So now what hurts more? Is it me showin' love to ya fam Or you in the box laid under the floor Or keep you alive blow torchin' ya balls? My murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my Scarface walls Not even Ajax can clean that, Jack We need that maintenance man shit that kill That greasy blood on contact, finish you off 'cuz I'm pressed for time Your man and 'em will be next to die, motherfucker (Chef) We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds (Chef) Ice Water, it was all in the timin' (Chef) He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment (Chef) To the death and he Billboard climbin' (Chef) We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds (Chef) Ice Water, it was all in the timin' (Chef) He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment (Chef) To the death and he Billboard climbin' Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know There they go, here we go Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know There they go, here we go Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know There they go, here we go Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know There they go, here we go