Lyrical Breakdown of Wall To Wall (Ft. French Montana & Busta Rhymes) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wall To Wall (Ft. French Montana & Busta Rhymes)" 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 "Wall To Wall (Ft. French Montana & Busta Rhymes)" 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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My nigga Raekwon talkin', uh-huh Everythin' you want you don't need And don't believe everythin' you read And only have what you see I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah Only have what you see, yeah Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh It's "Hello", oh, Lord When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call? Your bitch turned down, this shit is love Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk We're goin' to walk, wall to wall My money's stacked up, wall to wall My shows' packed up, wall to wall Her ass stepped up, wall to wall Got my money up, we, we're goin' to walk Clear view, dark tints Hustle by the park bench White top, blue tops Niggas I don't call friends ('Til they called it love) Called my niggas, grabbed their hammers ('Bout to go to war) Prices on your head, I'm a spend it Everythin' in that showroom, nigga, I was in it On my son, I was in it, I was in it Dirty money, ten chains, I be shinin', I ain't meant it I'm shinin' every minute Soft to the hard rock, Hard Rock Casino Me and shorty watchin' Nino in the hardtop I done counted ten mills whenever I drop Me and Chinx poppin' bottles out on? I don't need it, yeah Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah Only have what you see, yeah Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh It's "Hello", oh, Lord When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call? Your bitch turned down, this shit is love Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk We're goin' to walk, wall to wall My money's stacked up, wall to wall My shows' packed up, wall to wall Her ass stepped up, wall to wall Got my money up, we, we're goin' to walk Frozen fish scale, you better go to Ishmael Tiger-skin hammers sittin' by the Benz grill Not's a hundreds, it's lunch, kid, play fair Stay here, feed your brother, be's a one, shit Enough money to slum kids, kings will pillows Leave your body, yo, under the dumpsters Take money suitcases, bracelets and cake mix Come out the hole, this is weight flakes So much bread, we build lead houses Run in the shed, seen dead thousands Faces, we call 'em big noses Flashin' in the farmer shit, grubbed up niggas is wasted I don't need it, yeah Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah Only have what you see, yeah Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh It's "Hello", oh, Lord When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call? Your bitch turned down, this shit is love Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk We're goin' to walk, goin' to walk My money's stacked up, wall to wall My shows' packed up, wall to wall Her ass stepped up, wall to wall Got my money up Yo, whip my feet up Gettin' manicures in a zap and spectacular visuals Niggas be camera phonin' up my movement Everythin' we do to sit and take precedents While we go stackin' procedurals Niggas starvin' to know just how we do it Absolutely be stayin' the money every night (Dracula) Niggas, stay up in it like Jamaicans and stay in the maximum Difficult to predict, I'm calculated like algebra 'Cause the money traced back to them diamond mines out in Africa We in the future with it though, closin' my eyes for pictures Phone'd have me speak with holograms when I'm buildin' with bitches And then I bang 'em like body slammin', one-handin' 'em ishes Like I was sellin' warheads and I'm baggage handlin' missiles Fuck it, decided to blow and Em just bein' silly With a bob and a step and a charisma like I sit on a billi And for the five percent with the signs and 'em ones that really get me I got a lot to do with civilizin' account and I'm busy I don't need it, yeah Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah Only have what you see, yeah Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh It's "Hello", oh, Lord When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call? Your bitch turned down, this shit is love Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk We're goin' to walk, wall to wall My money's stacked up, wall to wall My shows' packed up, wall to wall Her ass stepped up, wall to wall Got my money up, we, we're goin' to walk Salute, salute Yeah Montana, what up, baby? Word up, you know what it is, my nigga Louis Rich right here, baby Yeah, get it You know what this is, nigga