Lyrical Breakdown of Actin Crazy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how Action Bronson weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Actin Crazy" 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 Action Bronson employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Yeah

Opportunity be knocking

Let a motherfucker in

Opportunity be knocking, you gotta let a motherfucker in

I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her

You ain't gotta worry 'bout a 'ting, I got it covered

Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?

Ma, you know I'm still you little baby

All my life I was a fuck-up, Now I pull the truck up

Same bitch stuck up, now she wanna suck us

See me hanging out the window screaming "What what!?"

No more tough luck; a different cloth is what

I'm cut from, baby oh my lord

The cops chasing Bronson in an all-white Ford

Shit, I'm on an all-night tour

Bitch, I'm alright, but I'm off that raw

I'm in a robe dancing salsa on the top floor

You would swear I'm Puerto Rican but I'm not, lord

Hot hoes every city that we go, singing

"Heads high, kill 'em with it now!"

All I do is eat oysters

And speak six languages in three voices

It's Adriatic Summers on the samples

Don't even try to call him, not available for nothing

Unless it's stupid paper, hop out the Studebaker

With Anita Baker, uh

Opportunity be knockin'

Ya gotta let a motherfucker in

I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her

You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered

Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?

Ma, you know I'm still you little baby

I feel so alive I think I shit myself

I should kiss myself, I'm staring at the man inside the mirror

The reflection shows a wolf though

Goddamn, I'm still cute ho

All my women play the flute, saw me place a melon and prosciutt'

Left handed, make the Fender cry

Count money with a reverend's smile, the Devil's eye

Half-Cherokee and Gemini, uh

Motherfuckers are Dumb Pete from Jump Street

I'll turn your chest plate to lunch meat

I'm in a Humvee, looking like a young me

Now these motherfuckers all wanna be chubby

I switch the season, now the hair's curled

Tan skin, I need a bad girl

'Cause James Brown said, "It's a man's world"

In a Transam' Twirl, the burner handle made of pearl

That's just "Daddy's Little Girl"

Opportunity be knocking

You gotta let a motherfucker in

I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her

You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered

Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?

Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy? (Ah)

Ma, you know I'm still your lil baby

Opportunity be knocking (knockin')

U gotta let a motherfucker in (Let that bitch in, son)

'Pportunity be knockin' (uh)

Let-let the-the motherfucker in (let a motherfucker in)

Jace

Sweet

As the bottle of vaie...

I ain't tryin' to be broke