Lyrical Breakdown of Every Hour - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Bun B weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Every Hour" 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 Bun B 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 Bun B's narrative.

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Bing bong! (Every minute, everything hour, Statik Selektah) Trillstatik two (every minute, everything hour) welcome to New York City Or as I like to call it, "Nems York City" (oh, yeah) If you come out here (every minute, everything hour) And you don't see me, you pussy (go back home) Don't ever disrespect me, you heard? (Every minute, everything hour) Let's go Shut the fuck up, your bars is ass And that clothing line you got, throw that shit in the trash Don't nobody wanna rock that shit You hear shorty in the background (pop that shit) Ah, now back to the regular schedule (stop) Moved pounds of weed and it never was medical Walk through your hood, take a shit on your pedestal Pop your tape in and that shit was hysterical I talk spicy like a cane of wasabi Bring whoever you want, your man will get bodied They'll hold his fucking vigil in a candlelit lobby And I move through the city in a camel Denali Ah, you know my body, I'm the type to get crazy (let's go) Leave you up in smoke like a flight in the 80s (oh) Homie, you ain't tough, you just frighten the ladies (get out of here) 'Cause you wild pussy like a tiger with rabies, ah! Fuck your life, you heard? Goddamn, who let this crazy motherfucker in here from Coney Island? Statik, get that motherfucker back on the train out of here I'm in there tryna do some real sh– You know what? Fuck it, leave his ass here, he already here Goddamnit, that's how we actin' today? Fuck it, that's how we actin' today Trillstatik two, fuck you niggas, let's go Hold up, this ain't a motherfuckin' smooth song You know the routine, move or you gettin' moved on Holdin' my block down so long, my toes hurt Don't make me smack the shit out your boy until his nose squirt I woke up and chose violence And you know I'ma make your fire dance when I apply the hand You waited too late to run away, so here's what's gon' happen I'ma shoot you to five and put the gun away Now that's the best that I could do for you Leave your face a little black and blue for you, no matter who saw you After that, when they see him, they won't want their bastard back It was game over when I told, Statik, blast the track And matter fact, nigga, it matters not When the shotty shoot the scattershot and leave your bladder pop Always first like aardvark in the dictionary Master your addiction on your pictures and obituaries Now that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about, Trillstatik two This is that Houston, Brooklyn shit, Gorilla Nems Ayo, Bun, hold up Let's take it to that classic New York City mixtape shit The god right here, what up, Pap? (Statik Selektah to bring the break in) Pa-poose, Pa-poose When I write a rhyme at night, I fall asleep and I explore When I wake up, I see words that I ain't see the night before On fire tracks, inspire cats, I attack like some type of dog You'll get bitten by my written, I bite with a sniper's jaw Some type of actor, you not the type of rapper that I adore Cut your shit, you such a bitch-sucking dick like some type of whore To the death of me, rebel who slept with the weapon directedly Kept a Heckler next to me, met with every discrepancy Several legends respected the hectic level I rap If a peasant never resented, I'd check his temperature definitely Stop going live from your location, they could see you The murderers, they gon' pull up and leave you The gram pay you to go live, don't let them deceive you Pay attention, cause live spelled backwards is evil Shout to Bun and Statik, these niggas don't want no rhymes from us I'll be with the wolves, I'm from the jungle like Nas brother