Lyrical Breakdown of Clydesdale - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Tech N9ne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Clydesdale" 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 Tech N9ne 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 Tech N9ne's narrative.

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A Clydesdale, fly Gail Thick as hell, got swell Long silky hair, white tail The bad is brought in there (Wyshmaster the beats), Clydesdale This ain't no small-time broke dame, no change (yeah) This is guap off the top, she ain't joke mane (yeah) Ain't no foolery, mane, she with the game and ballin' hard (woo) A hella thicky with them curves like holy God (yeah) Meat jumpin' like the heat on the grease pumpin' Now all the niggas all around they wanna freak somethin' A little belly, but the jelly got enough pounds To make the little booty bitches sit the fuck down With that waggy tail, gotta watch out for grabby males Gonna be mad he failed, he don't get to watch her shake them jazzy belles (yeah) With that much back she only gotta few that hate 'Cause whenever she walk in the place, everybody be like, "Ooh, that ass!" Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale) Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale) She a Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale) God-damn, tail bigger than a whale tail (whale tail) Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale) Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale) She a Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale) God-damn, tail bigger than a whale tail (whale tail) (woo) Thick, thick, baby from the ghetto and she extra thick Thick, thick, honey from the suburbs, and she lit Hit, hit, hit it from the back, lemme pipe that shit Pitch, pitch, I'ma try to catch it like a catcher's mitt (woo) Pop it, pop it, pop it (pop it), drop it, drop it, drop it (drop it) You the main attraction, you the subject and the topic (topic) Wop it, wop it, wop it (wop it), baby, don't you stop it (stop it) Put that arm up in the air and walk it, walk it, walk it (walk it) Ain't nobody like you (you), you do what you do (do) Ain't nobody like you (you), the one you knocked the two (two) Ain't nobody like me (me), not even just a few (few) Ain't nobody like me (me), I'm solid through Man, she a- Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale) Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale) She a Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale) God-damn, tail bigger than a whale tail (whale tail) Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale) Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale) She a Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale) God-damn, tail bigger than a whale tail (whale tail) Whoa, now, it's enough for them to go 'round Those sounds like a packin' clap in showdown Hell yeah, that's what I came to see I dig strippin' on TV, I ain't Jermaine Dupri Play the right music, and she might move it And some panties, skirt, and leggings fittin' tight to it Touchin' on her without her consent is quite foolish She got the right dudes with that'll make ya night news it (bah) To be a Clydesdale (what?), you don't got to dance You can be in your waitress, dentist, lawyer, even your doctor pants (yeah) She with money you ain't got it, there is not a chance to stop your plans (go!) If out of you supreme money, gun you shot the bands Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale) Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale) She a Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale) God-damn, tail bigger than a whale tail (whale tail) Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale) Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale) She a Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale) God-damn, tail bigger than a whale tail (whale tail) Clydesdale, Clydesdale Clydesdale, Clydesdale Clydesdale, Clydesdale Whale tail (woo) (Strange music, special collection)