Lyrical Breakdown of Can't Loose (feat. Beretta 9) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Can't Loose (feat. Beretta 9)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how RZA weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Can't Loose (feat. Beretta 9)" 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 RZA 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 RZA's narrative.

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What, What Four Shellies What, What, What Four shellies rip through his belly Blast him right outside of Mike's deli Dip to the telly Call my bird up on the celly Bobby what Bobby lust I walk strange And talk strange Long range sniper aims Swiss cheese your brain I don't sleep And don't eat meat Rest twice a week Speak without moving my lips Got fifty pairs of sneaks Fingerprint proof rubber grips Hollow tip clips Eight ounce sip bud nips We crack barbecue chips And clock a bird off the block Straight away from a flock Just caught me at the bus stop Twist the Snapple top Off, pierced her breast Kept her hair processed No panties underneath the dress Wally ankle bracelet Polo frames Her shades had no name Popocane I slowed my game Thick gold chains Make your eyes flame Up against the Bodega gate She stay straight Perfect figure eight Shape, couldn't wait To bust her grape With the applehead Legs spread open Invincible body armor My scarlet blade will slice the leg From the Shaolin llama Cause I...["can't lose"] Cause I...["can't lose"] (Yo) Cause I...["can't lose] Yo, summer heat Icy hot, play the street Twelve month, seven day a week Cat in eye, we hit Blunts hard Fuck birds hard Bitch slap retards Quick fast Wind up in mass Body cast, its like Don't start shit Won't be shit Allah quick to spot shit Smash hit You know the name kid Don't splash it Pop a joint and blast it The shit sound Hype in your whip Make you take the car and crash it Megagraphical Always speak actual Only deal with natural One hundred percent Five percent Militant in aim With the intent Beretta Nine, blast mine On some empty the clip (end)