Lyrical Breakdown of Let 'Em Have It "L" - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Let 'Em Have It "L"" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Big L weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Let 'Em Have It "L"" 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 Big L 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 Big L's narrative.

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Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever) (Let 'em have it L) What?

(Give it to 'em L) Yeah (Let 'em have it)

A-yo I'm serious, I'm not the type to joke a lot

Dressed in all black never seen in polka dots

No other write rhymes like these

I'm cool as a light breeze, I'm playin' rappers out like striped Lees

I'm smoother than velvet, my lyrics are well-writ

You sayin' L's this and L's that: get off L dick

I don't roll with punks I only roll with live guys

And we do drivebys in 325is

I had beef with this thief named Randolph

Now he's in a casket dressed up with his hands crossed

So you better leave L alone

Before I reach out and touch you but not with a telephone

Yo I'm the brother that you never even thought of beatin'

Black white or Puerto Rican, I'm gonna slaughter each and

Every crab MC that runs up

When a battle comes up, give me two thumbs up

I damage all opponents as soon as the bell rings

It's all about me, yo it's a B. I. G. L thing

The crown is still mine cause I drop ill rhymes

A lot of rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time

One two one two crews I run through

Fuck karate, Big L practice Gun Fu

Cause I'm a MC assassinator

I grab the mag and leave a nag leakin' like activator

Step to this and get shanked up

I knocked out so many teeth the tooth fairy went bankrupt

And I entertain well because of my brain cells

I'm naughty and stop callin' me shorty my name's L

My raps are hotter than the Bahamas

MC's be talkin' about breakin' jaws when they couldn't break a promise

With Big L you can't swing long

So get behind me and sing, cause every hero got a theme song

The Big L's back to attack with a phat rap

Matter of fact, black, I'm puttin' Harlem on the map

Wassup cause I'm a stiggy star

Breakin' 'em up and then takin' they heart

You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin' the microphones apart

I'm undefeated that's the stone truth

Cause battlin' me is like fightin' a gorilla in a phone booth

I take lives with no pride, I just committed a homicide

A punk brother died cause he tried

To take my cash but he didn't last, I pulled out fast

He tried to bash then I blast on his monkey ass (boom)

I make a lot of dough, I'm quick to spot a foe

Even if my grandma violate, she gotta go!

When I was young I played with guns, not a kiddy toy

Cause I'm a rough, rugged gangsta, not a pretty boy

Facts on tracks I recite well

Everybody wanna be like Mike, but Mike wanna be like L:

A-yo, big shots to all them niggas on the corner

Doin' something they ain't

Got no business doin'

I gotta say what's up to S&S, Doo Wop, and the Bounce Squad

Can't forget my peeps from Brooklyn, you know what I'm sayin'?

Like Box and Herb and Big Sid

A-yo, L, you must be buggin', B

You didn't even let me say what's up to my hoes, B

Oh yeah, we gotta say what's up to the hoes, man

Word up let's go see our P.O