Lyrical Breakdown of Recognize - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff Uh, Ruff Ryders Uh (ha) Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah (don't get it twisted y'all) Ruff Ryders, ha Fuck I'm talkin' about right here (don't get it twisted y'all) Recognize, recognize, recognize Ruff Ryders, ha Don't get it twisted y'all Yeah, yeah, yeah Recognize, recognize, recognize Ruff Ryders, ha Yo (don't get it twisted y'all) Now I know y'all couldn't wait to hear Kiss over Premier Kill you on tape, then watch it over a beer 'Cause you ain't nothin' but a movie with expensive footage That's the reason they gon' leave you with expensive bullets Ain't none of y'all better than LOX Have all of y'all dressed up in a suit, dead in a box Me and my niggas get redder than fox And I don't care if I love you, I still want head of the drop Niggas runnin' round talkin' that Y2K shit Crackheads'll still gon' want that gray shit That's why I'ma always cop the yay quick So I suggest all of y'all stay on J dick Too hard for MTV, not black enough for BET, just let me be Give me all my royalty money and let me re And I'ma have O's for six and halves for three, uh Recognize, recognize, recognize Uh-huh (Ruff Ryders, ha) Don't get it twisted y'all Recognize, recognize, recognize Uh (Ruff Ryders, ha) L to the O to the X Recognize, recognize, recognize Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ruff Ryders, ha) Don't get it twisted y'all Recognize, recognize, recognize Uh-huh (Ruff Ryders, ha) L-O-X niggas Don't get it twisted y'all Ayo, I give it to you point blank, in your moms place So like point break, with a mask on with the presidents face Clear my space, when big Sheek crash the boards Y'all ain't just mark niggas, y'all Hallmark niggas With all that soft ass writin' might as well be in cards You don't gamble with your life, when I launch these torpedoes That'll shoot the crack out your ass at Foxwood casinos Just me and my Gambinos drunk as fuck Winter time parking lot, DVD in the truck I been drunk most my life, don't ask me why Through ninth grade, I ain't go to high school, I went to school high And I don't care what y'all got, that shit don't excite me I'm black and deadly and my burner just like me And I'm quick to stick one of y'all on tour at the Sheraton See what's yours can be mine without inherittin' Give up your chains and them little diamonds in your ear Is it worth your family cryin' and the doctor yellin', "Clear!" huh? ha, don't get it twisted y'all Recognize, recognize, recognize (Ruff Ryders, ha) L to the O to the X Recognize, recognize, recognize (Ruff Ryders, ha) Don't get it twisted y'all Recognize, recognize, recognize (Ruff Ryders, ha) L-O-X niggas Uh-huh (don't get it twisted y'all) If I knew heaven had a ghetto that was sweeter than here You know the P'll pack his bag and just leave next year But I got a son to raise so I'ma stay in this hell And I gotta gun to blaze if you play with the L, dot O, dot X, dot at the end We the niggas that's gon' leave with the pot at the end Never too young to die or too old to live Ain't it hard to buss your gun? Go home and mold your kid I'm ashamed I sell crack, but I'ma ride for the moment Know the consequence, I'ma die with the omen Two is better than one, there's three of The LOX Key in the pot, key in the drop, key to the top Father, Son, and Holy Ghost of rap Three into one, seein' a gun and usin' it dog Dope in the six, coke in the five, weed in the four The ice is for my niggas but the heat is for y'all Recognize, recognize, recognize (Ruff Ryders, ha) Don't get it twisted y'all Recognize, recognize, recognize (Ruff Ryders, ha) L to the O to the X Recognize, recognize, recognize (Ruff Ryders, ha) Don't get it twisted y'all Recognize, recognize, recognize (Ruff Ryders, ha) L-O-X niggas Don't get it twisted y'all Recognize Recognize Recognize Recognize Recognize Recognize, recognize, recognize