Lyrical Breakdown of Fast Money - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Big Pun weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Fast Money" 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 Pun 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 Pun's narrative.

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I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another 3 in ice Who can I trust? Cuban'll bust plus? good thief the night? Here's the plan (plan), we nab the man, bring a camcorder Grab his fam, and run the train on his granddaughter Nah chill, that's too ill, for real I'd rather kill somethin Here's the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill fuck him Oral torture, no doubt, the shit is holocaust In two minutes tops he's guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels It's settled, blitt up, put on your metal, foot on the pedal We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants Out for the fast cash, level advance Takin a chance, I've only got one my hundred shot Tommy shotguns my judge jury and Johnny Cochran Chorus: Movin on the stash, first we get the cash For the fast money, I smash a niggaz shit like a crash dummy Ask money where the safe, anybody move gettin laced Look at my face and I'ma shoot the place Aiyyo the plot thickens, I'm pickin the locks in the back entrance Payin attention, not tryin to get knocked and catch a fat sentence Not to mention these kids is mafioso with lots of dough so They got poco lock with the down to rock Morocco chokehold (oh oh) Their security system's linear laser protection No sweat, I brought the miniature mirrors for reflectin Inspectin the vault, for weapons assault, second of course It's poisonous rays, boiled and baked in epsom salt Rep in New York is the cat burgalar, the fat murderer Slippin the clip in the Mac, inserterer Hurtin your pockets, droppin your stock to zero profit Holding heroes hostage and mansions for ransom like DeNiro mob flicks Back to the top again, hand the grand prize The safe flies open, the shining was blinding my eyes I cracked the code, enough ice to make you laugh at gold Passed the dough to Cuban started movin for the back real slow That's when I heard the sirens hopin that my ears was lyin Knew we was dyin when I saw the guard we tortured cryin Pointing at the building screamin, "I can see them, kill em!" Snipers was willing but couldn't, there's too many civilians Still inside nowhere to hide nowhere to run Cuban said, "Fuck it, we die, we die busting our guns" Chorus 2X Aiyyo it's time to pay, and I ain't trying to give my shine away Let's show these pigs how much we give a fuck about a brighter day I cocked the Eagle, Cuban drew the Glock it was diesel Said, "See you in Hell coppers" and started poppin like it was legal We need a plan, if we can make it to the van Missile launchers there with the grenade pistol I bought from Uncle Dan Me and my man are runnin out of ammo, I got about a handful Of Black Rhino's and two Rambles strapped to my ankles I trampled over one of the bodies, I grabbed the steel Threw the bitch over my shoulder and used her butt as a shield I filled the clip with the little bit of bullets remaining Cuban said, "Move your fat ass faster motherfucker they gaining" I gave him the case, told him, "Go ahead save yourself Blaze a L in my memory, tell the family I gave em Hell" For real, that's when I heard the tires screechin Peeped and it was Joe the God with twenty Terror Squad niggaz reachin