Lyrical Breakdown of Cleopatra Jones - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Wu-Tang Clan weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Cleopatra Jones" 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 Wu-Tang Clan 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 Wu-Tang Clan's narrative.

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Cleopatra Jones Tell me your name, though Don't do it My name? (Johnny, don't do it, son) Yeah (I'm telling you) My name is Cleopatra Jones I'm from Sumatra Yeah, aight, that explains all your exoticness then, I see you Exoticness? That's cute (yeah) I never heard that before Yeah Blow off the branches, kid (ayo, yeah) Pass me that wool hat (yeah, yeah) And that cold glass of L'Acadie over there (there she go right there) Yeah (that's her?) Shit is real, Ra What's her name again? That's a fact (Cleopatra, Ra) She was African, body spectacular, shit's immaculate Smooth tone, we stayed on the phone hours just rapping Talking 'bout planets, holding down Manhattan Buying trucks, trading in Jerry high in the black Benz Regulators, her jaw was delegated near elevators That nigga elevated Maude, they interrogated Chef, this is rare when Chanel and Jade align me with you But still a hell of hating I sat there, forces on, true black suede Fuck is going on? We some rap mayors Yves Saint Laurent glasses with some fat Jayers And cooling with my trap sprayers at Dreyer's Most fly, those are my guys, Jack and Fat Gators Diamond ring kings in the back bladed Sax faded, dap faded Him and Max peeling stacks, hold the strap, say it Yo, chill, my nigga, my nigga (yo, yo, yo) Fuck is y'all doing over there, man? (Cool out, man) What the fuck is you doing? (See?) Can't bring niggas out, see? All these motherfuckin' anger around here (same shit) You wildin', nigga, I'm chillin' with Cleopatra Cleo, what up, Cleo? Call me now Well, fuck you then Hope you fall in a bed flowers Made of motherfuckin' poison ivy She'll clap you if she have to Miss Jones, Cleopatra I'm Black Caesar, spark the reefer, peep the feature Snoop and Meth My queen a Sheba, glad to meet ya Cocked the hammer Long burner, truck turner Cross 110th, knew a freak, she a nymph Called a Foxy, she do karate, hit the shotty Shot the teddy bear, sprayed the lobby, killed the posse Don't stand there or you can be the next body We gettin' money here, New Jacks livin' fair My city full of lion, tigers, wolves, and bears Few snakes we decapitate, caged heat Penitentiary beef spills out into the streets Pussy too sweet Make you wanna tweet about it Super fly, we from EMY, do or die Who am I? Keep a bad queen on my side Always down to ride Mango margaritas, silk pajamas On the beach in the Bahamas Shallow llamas, Ramadamas, Nostradamus What's the science, Lord? Just paying homage Fully conscious She my coffee, let her rule the world, bossy MGT, GCC but she can never bos me Jamel Arif, Wise Chief Show controller, G-O-D 'Cause ain't no controlling me It's not how it's meant to be Now cipher (uh) As far as my eye can see Cleopatra Jones Walking in you, been bad Harry, you've been boozed up