Lyrical Breakdown of Wyclef Jean - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

This lyrical analysis of "Wyclef Jean" not only celebrates Young Thug's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!

Thugger TM This Actavis by the way I promise, on God Okay, my money band longer than a Nascar race I told her keep going on the gas, fuck the brakes Only here for one night, let me put it on your face Let a nigga nut, only way I'll go to sleep Boolin, rockin' all the Frank Muller I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor So many hundreds I done added, I'm going to lose 'em Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I'm coolin' Play with my money, I'ma let them niggas do you Play with my money I'ma let them niggas do you Play with my money I'ma let these niggas do you Play with my money Play with my, play with my money I do maye, I do I do maye, I do I do maye, I do I do maye, I do Play around with my cash End up in a body bag In the store and then dash Pull up, hopping out a cab She know she got a nigga bad She know she gotta keep me back She know I gotta keep me some cash She know she gotta hop on top the dick She know you gotta ride that motherfucker Her mama done walked in, but it's too big She can't hide that motherfucker Even if she divided the motherfucker Man even if she minused the motherfucker Join in get demolished motherfucker I ain't gon' disguise it motherfucker, nah Shop at Saks Fifth, flow on DatPiff Yeah I'm that swift, ask her and him Yeah ask 'em, put a bone in them Put a choker on 'em, let 'em choke and all All my jewelry small, yeah, they got it all Daughter sexy and my son got the broads Spent racks on my son and his squad Daddy boy, never play with toys Better not play with 'em boys New AK with them boys New feng shui with the boys Drippin' all day for the boys Bitch you ain't ready for the boys I'm in that Wraith homeboy If you ever play with the boy I'ma turn the blade on 'em boys I do maye, I do I do maye, I do I do maye, I do I do maye, I do Okay, my money way longer than a Nascar race (slatt) I told her keep going on the gas fuck the brakes Only here for one night, let me put it on your face (slatt) Let a nigga nut, only way I'll go to sleep (slatt) Boolin, rockin' all the Frank Muller (slatt slatt) I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor (slatt slatt) So many hundreds I done added, I'm going to lose 'em Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I'm coolin' Nigga watch that dog Nigga plottin' on the boy, spot 'em Put the target on they head, dot 'em dot 'em dot 'em And I'm good, got a rabbit's foot in my wallet Tell 'em pick it, then drop it, drop it Do some sit ups, then show your body Got her bent up, I done took some grams of molly Her car dented up like she ran to everybody I do maye, I do I do maye, I do I do maye, I do I do maye, I do Money way longer than a Nascar race I told her keep going on the gas fuck the brakes Only here for one night, let me put it on your face Let a nigga nut, only way I'll go to sleep Boolin, rockin' all the Frank Muller I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor So many hundreds I done added, I'm going to lose 'em Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I'm coolin'