Lyrical Breakdown of Where You At - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Where You At" 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 "Where You At" 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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[Intro: Raekwon] Let's go, kid [Raekwon:] Something's in the attic, drugs on me, thugs gettin' Bubbly, let's pop, surround the block, looking lovely Extra nine glindin' on me, women who barely know me Swarm me, faggots try to front, blow me Aiyo, I'm from the soul bluntly, we in them H2's coolin' Want me, try to kill a kid, bring your country Son's nice with rifles, white fools, white dudes Jumpin' out, fed jackets, dare you to bump me A glow like Willie Bostic, I do the knifework job, yeah Rappers sprint, clap 'em, this is our 'jects Who taught ya'll niggas, it was the kid with the tarantula Tinted up, extortin' ya'll monthly Crabs in a bucket, rap, fuck it, yo, go get your handgun I'd rather shoot yo' ass in public, you ain't a Air Force boss You a hoster, frontin' like me on your poster Now ya'll niggas fuckin' with my ones We need to battle for cattle, acts, boats, art and crafts Scalpals, thumb rings, dick, be careful Fuckin' with Staten Island's heartless Son of all flames, God guard frames, catch me with the Starks kid The authentic Ghost, we on the golf course, with rentin' boats Eagles on, feastin' with bigger GOATs Come take it in blood, dare any thug to re-up What, we gon' keep it on the hush [Chorus: x4] In the clubs, where you at? In the clubs, where you at? Open paperchasing, on the low getting trapped [Raekwon:] Aiyo, drove into the water like bait, the ocean was dark The moon lit, swimmin' to the bottom to get to the sink We on niggas, and we comin' boy, talk with ya gun Me, I'm ready, and I'm ready with cake, yea Flawless, more powerful horses, the kid flow naucious Everybody gettin' weeded, we all for this Armored tank style, moving in ranks Hundred that'll rock for me, still kill you, over your men bitch Skiing in Alaska, half the man, half Casper Runnin' with wolves, the bulls look nastier Silencer, each is thee least, will kill on Easter Ya'll gon' get it, wait til we get creased up Nothin' but, rapid fire, livewire, brand new trees Burn 'em up, they respectin' your street, cousin We gon' bring it to every label, pay attention, ya'll Cuban is back, now put that on a glass table [Chorus x4]