Lyrical Breakdown of The Rising (feat. Big Body Bes) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Action Bronson feat. Big Body Bes weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "The Rising (feat. Big Body Bes)" 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 feat. Big Body Bes employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Fly Mary in to sing to that cow before we slaughtered it

And then I ordered it

Don't say a word to me

You already committed perjury

A bunch of lies and sneaks and I don't play that

You know better, you better save that

Laid by the pool, my legs gettin' massaged by your professional

Strictly business, nothin' sexual

Seasonal vegetables lookin' exceptional

You ain't think I was hot then, now you wanna hum on my testicles

I'm from a dirty borough where that Sun don't come out

But when the moon come and the goons come, the crew runs

Like a big Jamaican, I stand adjacent

To that S600 in amazement

My time gon' come, I'm headed to the top

Like I never wore makeup, and I'm ready for the spotlight

You know I got my hoodie on, and it's such a hot night

Shit I'm straight from Queens, catch me in the limo like it's prom night

This that do a hundred in the rental in the rain

With the jammy, a day before I have to go to Spain

Livin' on the edge, different colored women in my bed

Different, different colored linens on my leg

My mother said I better win or else she'll fuck me up

Ma we did it, I love you, you lucky slut

Since I was young I had the husky gut

But I'm gorgeous, got money in the pouch just like a tourist

Swerve in a Skylark, big piece of the pie chart

Bitch this is fine art, I guess my shine on

You lyin', dog, you never even put the iron on

You drive a Scion, you ain't ridin', dog

Me, I'm cell built, grab your chest

Still get hit with right hands from left field

My life is a kaleidoscope

She makes me feel just like I'm high on dope

I never calm down, shoot the gun without puttin' my son down

You should have been known who the fuck this was, just by my fuckin' tongue. Big fuckin' Body Bes. You know I'm all over everything now. You know me, you might see my face stamped on a bag of dope, out here gettin' filthy cause you know I got that ooh woo woo. You know me, I go home and change up. I get fresh to fight. Just caught a new fuckin' case. But it's alright though, I got this stupid mothafuckin' lawyer. He told me, "Don't even worry about that shit, Body. I'll make that go away. Now what's for lunch?" I told him, don't worry, I got the hookup. Anything you want. Crown Fried on me, 1 through 6 only. I know your type though, the type of mothafucka wear a three piece suit to go to court, shook to death and you there for smokin' weed. Piece of shit, get the fuck outta here