Lyrical Breakdown of Cloze Ya Doorz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cloze Ya Doorz" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Redman weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Cloze Ya Doorz" 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 Redman 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 Redman's narrative.

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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out Ducin' the international Worldwide, Brick City To each his own, I'ma have this known from the door I make niggaz walk like ball four Y'all score games down the block For me it's hip hop around the clock Critical, I'm bound to drop, stop You ain't know I'm nice girl, you'se a 'Wannabe' Like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice, girl I'm untryable, undeniable Won't be held liable for givin' knots that's untieable R O Z, recognize my name Rap G.I. Jane, rockin' colorful wide frames Straight from Newark, we Brick layers, Na Na slayers Don't play, I coach an' pick players In Da Bricks, get your shit popped locked an' stolen Step back, I'm holdin', bitches be rollin' Ghetto style, I'ma stay that ripper Tryin' to get cash out the ass like a stripper Dub O, I'm down for whateva, do what I gotta to get the cheddar Fuck takin' over cities, we conquered galaxies an' better I was put here to crush CDs an' wreck tapes Make a false move, I put this whole fuckin' planet in checkmate Hell with this, we takin' over the spot I don't like to but I will resort to the glock The whole camp is sick, you can't do nuttin' but like it It's like when you drown, your ass sink quicker if you fight it Talkin' 'bout you used to rob niggaz with pump shotties I know you a club music nigga but you ain't got a jack in your body You fake ass niggaz, gettin' screened like a short pass An' if you incorrect, I'ma diamond cut your bastard ass You got mind control over me like Deebo but you ain't my friend 'Cause when I'm around you be quiet But when I leave you be talkin' again But we gonna do it how you want 'cause I'm widdit to brawl with you Now what if I put your bitch ass in a headlock an' fall witchu Yo niggaz, shut your windows an' close ya doorz Comin' straight from Da Brick City Yo niggaz, shut your windows an' close ya doorz Comin' straight from Da Brick City Your bitch said aliens raped her an' her four friends But it was all the Outz, we dressed up as Martians When I crack a brew, it's nuttin' else I'd rather do Hop out a cab or two to your avenue to battle you Your style get ate like Italian steak Then I get Red to sell you achy or a pound of shake Y'all can open up wide an' suck this dick None of y'all niggaz can't fuck with Bricks While you scrubbin' dishes, we puffin' Swishers Fuckin' women ends up in the Benz trunk with switches We cop sixty-three nigs One from every spot, blunts be mystery mix We got spots, all my niggaz stay in Bricks While y'all stash clips in bags of Bar-B-Q potato chips Plus your main honey loved us Slip her some bomba, she'll fuck twenty of us Yo, you pack that little ass gun like 'Harlem Nights' After we brawl an' fight, yo' bitch, I'ma ball tonight At shows we so tight, we flow like it's one mic Raw underground, yo Don, tell 'em what that dough like D. Don, I gets mine an' stay gettin' it My thug mind'll brawl with rhymes an' stay shittin' it Check my shine, iced out platinum like your pendant V.I.P. ghetto nigga, hustlin' an' spendin' Got bitches trickin', tryin' to get with me Got police, flock niggaz tryin' to cop from me How many pounds you want, how many pounds you need? I cultivate every block I go an' drop seeds, nigga I grow trees, niggaz know me, for bein' low key That hustler from A.C. I'm steady shittin' on hoes Grand Royal like the Green Eyed Bandit Jump straight in the Lex offa New Jersey transit Let my man spit that Don shit Gov-Matic spit that shit that's toxic, I rock shit It's that hot shit like Busta Bust got Plus I bust glock, on pussies, I trust not They get blown, burned like minutes on cell phone Bring the terror to your block Like the toughest nigga from jail home An' you dead gone when my squad come around We hella illa from Isabella to Downtown Comin' straight from Da Brick City Comin' straight from Da Brick City Comin' straight from Da Brick City Comin' straight from Da Brick City This is DJ Say What An' we're gonna blast y'all right now With the new cut by Redman, ‽I Don't Kare†On W0 Fuck All Y'all Radio