Lyrical Breakdown of In My Hand - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "In My Hand" 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 "In My Hand" 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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Love me, or leave me (Statik Selektah) You can go your own way baby Uh, love it or leave it, roll it, hold a dollar Break it, show it, pour up, pop a collar Feed the family, growing on land Own it, pay it, put it in my hand Love it or leave it, roll it, hold a dollar Break it, show it, pour up, pop a collar Feed the family, growing on land Own it, pay it, put it in my hand Big Bun B the trill OG, et cetera Better than any competitor lyrical predator No, I'm not a trick, I don't make offers to hoes so If it ain't about some business, then my office is closed I don't worry about niggas that don't matter So I just let them chatter before they end up tar and feathеred and battered I got grandbabiеs now and they be needin' they papa So I'd rather spend time with them than strip you down to hog maw No applause 'cause there's no need to flatter me As you can see there's no room in my back for a battery So say the speak 'cause we ain't listening no way This the grown folks table, so you youngsters could go play I'm from the old days where we went by the old laws And we don't give a fuck about a fuckboy's faux pas So if we talking and I'm feeling some pressure and your conjecture Then the hands of God is ready to bless you, end of the lecture Uh, love it or leave it, roll it, hold a dollar Break it, show it, pour up, pop a collar Feed the family, growing on land Own it, pay it, put it in my hand Love it or leave it, roll it, hold a dollar Break it, show it, pour up, pop a collar Feed the family, growing on land Own it, pay it, put it in my hand Uh, love it or leave it, breathe it in or suffocate This side been all in your face like Anna Mae eat the cake Just swallow it whole, I'm hotter than pots on a stove That bubble from powder that turn to soap With hammers no arms could hold If the flow didn't lock up, why did you scrape the bowl? My pocket like a giant powerlifter, swole The passerbys pay the price for greatness, told There's only one word to describe this here; sold My caliber's that of legendary, from around the way Since country shit, I've been telling y'all listen to UGK Fifteens knock and the bumpers spray Not even a microphone delays my time I cultivated my place to shine And shade ain't did nothing but kept me cool Like a perm on David Ruffin, the temptations, oh so smooth Vinyl record cracking, rocking with Bun and Statik, I'm in the groove Ain't nothing changed since I was in a bucket wishing for Vogues Learn to love it or leave it, go and achieve it, multi on these hoes Uh, love it or leave it, roll it, hold a dollar Break it, show it, pour up, pop a collar Feed the family, growing on land Own it, pay it, put it in my hand Love it or leave it, roll it, hold a dollar Break it, show it, pour up, pop a collar Feed the family, growing on land Own it, pay it, put it in my hand You ever had to rig your antenna grip pliers to make that channel switch? Black forces Balencis take away from my ratchetness Money, it can't buy you love but it can bring you happiness Especially when you went a long time of never having shit Turn a good guy a gangsta, a good girl to a nasty bitch Sleeping on air mattresses, it'll bring out the savageness Finding real niggas like dinosaurs, it ain't happening They passive on that capping shit, fresh out trying to adapt to shit Choppers on, them numbers is wrong, measures inaccurate I miss my real niggas like I miss that real activist This for all the times I went to school up in that tacky shit Know it's Houston when you see that swinger on the back of it Prison cell, I ain't going back to it It's different when you really, really live it like you wrapping it Out of state and moving weight, teenagers trafficking White like a napkin and stuffing out them packages in the ghetto