Lyrical Breakdown of Tiger Style Crane - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tiger Style Crane" 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 "Tiger Style Crane" 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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~ [Verse 1] ~ Yo, crack the Remy Martin For niggas pumpin' weed by the mini-market Bring it when you see me park it I think big like Diddy office I fuck a ho with a baseball cap on, like Mr. Marcus Yeah, my family feud like Richard Dawson The survey said I'm hot in right in your apartment This Brick City, right beside New York Yeah, the streets is watchin' even Mimes wanna talk I run up on a DJ, smack em' on camera Makin' sure I get my wax on like Daniel-san Feel my geniune draft, not filla' I could walk up in a church a start a Mosh Pit up Yeah, I bring the pain 11th member of the Wu-Tang, my flow Tiger Style Crane I'm back nigga, ridin' that Gravy Train The rap criminal, my artifact is hard to tame Bitch wanna complain, no use in barkin' Cuz we can go neck-to-neck like Pam and Martin And smoke like a carton of Newports nigga On my New Jersey shit, and New York nigga ~ [Verse 2] ~ Check out the nigga flow I knock out the mic like Buster Douglas, bitch leave a nigga broke And Jigga know when I clutch the pen it's fuck them Hens, I'm puttin' paragraphs in the figure 4 Fuck tryin' to take a pack of protein, Cuz when I brawl Ima' be strapped like four [?] Blow smoke rings in the meetin' If I ain't gettin' half of what I sell you ain't eatin' niether Our leader won't take no shorts, I know betta' This D-O-C, MVP for Vendetta I'm always on point, never skip of slip My bitch stay tryin' to kill me like Mrs. Smith If I carry two cannons, no time to pull out I bust through the side of my jeans like Bruce Banner My dogs do it on camera, and to them I'm Big Brother on my [?] for Gammafide Gamma I ride like a rider should And when a bitch blow Doc she be famous like Monica Hardcore in the blood, get the best in line Put the eye into yo' watch cuz I'm pressed for time, nigga