Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
Blackout (featuring The LOX and Jay-Z)
DMX
Lyrics & Rhyme Analysis
39
End
253
Internal
93
Multi
278
Slant
13
Chain
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[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Yo, when my gun bust, send niggas✦ to the fish like Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy✦ Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch, type of nigga✦ gasoline y'all beds
And that's warning, if you all alive✦ in the morning, that's fine
Now, I suggest✦ you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
I want PC, see me? Tuck in your chains
I got niggas✦ my pop's age, that lifestyle ain't changed✦
It's like, wake up, move a brick, half of it slow
Make car money,✦ check with Sheek, go fuck with a ho (Ha)
I rock a waist-length mink, durag under✦ my fitted✦ (Style on these niggas)✦
And I don't even✦ want waves,✦ Timbs be halfway new (Huh?)
That's Sheek in the dress-up club cause I don't fuck with shoes
And for my nigga's✦ life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
I put thirty✦ in your head, all in the same hole
'Cause we got the same goal, and you try and tamper✦ with mine?
Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in your spine
Fuck with me, you be a "Was nigga",✦ "Nigga✦ was dope"
Nigga✦ was gettin'✦ money✦ 'fore I extorted your coke
'Ju crazy?✦ (Haha)✦
[Verse 3: Styles P]
Ayo, catch me with a .38, box of shells
In a '98 Lincoln, eatin'✦ pasta✦ shells
Order✦ to go, always got a box of Ls
Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig
I'm Pinero,✦ so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G
Y'all niggas✦ is sonned✦ out, let me speak to your father✦
'Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
If I don't like a nigga,✦ I don't even✦ be bothered✦
I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga✦ going legit✦
You hold your nine if you holding a brick, common✦ sense
Fed' drama,✦ you hit the Bahamas, get bent
L-O-X get respect like Sonny✦ from Bronx Tale
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder✦ cartel✦
Thirsty to live, oh, y'all niggas✦ eager✦ to die?
I tell all my niggas✦ ride, you won't leave with a dime
Motherfucker
[Verse 4: Jay-Z & DMX]
Yeah, yeah, I'm a monster
I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers✦
Ghetto✦ nigga,✦ putting up Will Smith numbers (Ugh)
Surrounded by Sixes✦ and Hummers,✦ bitches✦ among us
Trying not to let this bullshit become✦ us
It started from hunger✦ 'til it all went insane✦
Now, bitches✦ notice✦ the chains now that I hit my number✦
The chickens I twisted✦ (Ugh), see the digits✦ unlisted✦ (Yeah)
The beeper✦ done changed✦
Your dead, bitch, the reaper✦ done came
I suggest✦ niggas✦ stop speaking my name
'Cause trust me, y'all could still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep poppin'✦
Niggas✦ is hotheads and the bullets is heat-seeking
Jay flow for pesos, chase hoes, not
I just circle 'round the block in a drop
Tell 'em jump through the top (Uh-huh)✦
Where the sunroof used✦ to be
I could see y'all not used✦ to me
Nigga,✦ flows like none other✦ (Ugh)
I'm the meanest, toughest Don Dada✦ to gun-butt ya
You the type to bust a lot of shots, and none touch you (Fuck)
I'm the type that get excited when the gun touch ya, motherfuckers✦ (Ugh)
Y'all niggas✦ 'bout to witness a dynasty like no other✦
(Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh)
[Verse 5: DMX & Jadakiss]
(Grrrr)
I'm headed✦ nowhere fast, running in place (Ugh), gun in my waist
Niggas✦ wanted✦ a taste, but wouldn't come to my face (Ugh)
So what that mean? You cats is playin' games✦ again✦
So now what I do? Start naming✦ names✦ again✦ (What?)
All you motherfuckers✦ know that I speak from the heart (Ugh)
Play like you don't know, L-O-X is gon' bark
We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggas✦
Styles,✦ Sheek, Jay, we comin'✦ with like four niggas✦ (Aight?)
Y'all niggas✦ best to stop playin'
It'll be the ones✦ you forgotten about✦
That'll get you shot in your mouth
(Argh, argh) Got my dogs covered✦ (Ugh)
Plus it's all gravy,✦ like chicken when it's smothered✦ (What?)
It's dark and I love it (Ugh)
Get him, boy, let him loose (Come on)
Want it with the dog or the gun? Let him choose (Come on)
Technical Breakdown
8.4
Multisyllabic Rhymes8.5
Complexity of rhyme schemes (data-driven)
Internal Rhymes9.5
Rhymes within a line (data-driven)
Wordplay / Double Entendres5.5
Clever language, metaphors, punchlines
Cadence / Rhythm10.0
Flow variation and timing (data-driven)
Vocabulary Complexity7.0
Range and depth of words used (data-driven)
Delivery / Breath Control7.5
Performance and control
Computed Score8.41
Production
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Critic Analysis
RAPLEDGER BAROMETER™
The verse relies heavily on aggressive, direct-threat lyricism consistent with 1999 D-Block aesthetics, utilizing internal rhyme density over complex metaphorical layering.
A
8.5
Multisyllabic
9.5
Internal Rhymes
10
Cadence / Flow
7
Vocabulary
5.5
Wordplay
7.5
Delivery
internal rhyme chainingauditory wordplaythreat-oriented narrativemultisyllabic end-rhyme clusters
Rhyme Architecture: The verse utilizes a complex AABB or interlocking internal rhyme structure that favors rhythmic punch over semantic complexity, with heavy emphasis on vowel resonance.
Verified Doubles & Entendres
"send niggas to the fish like Swanson"
① The literal imagery of violence resulting in death (sending to the 'fish' morgue/water).② A reference to Swanson brand frozen fish dinners, creating a juxtaposition between cold violence and a household frozen food brand.
"box of shells / pasta shells / box of Ls"
① A .38 caliber ammunition box.② The food item (pasta shells) eaten in a luxury vehicle, and a 'box of Ls' (marijuana cigars), demonstrating a lifestyle transition from criminal activity to leisure.
High internal rhyme density creates an infectious, propulsive cadence
Authentic street persona and delivery consistency
Effective use of rhythmic pauses and ad-libs
Wordplay is largely surface-level threats rather than dense metaphors
Some punchlines rely on shock value over clever construction
Vocabulary choices remain within narrow street-life archetypes