Lyrical Breakdown of Paperwork - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Paperwork" 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 "Paperwork" 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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Girl he right
(Statik Selektah)
Yeah, I'm a dynamic duo all by my damn self
I got that fire, the hottest shit on the damn shelf
Niggas go right, I'ma pan left on GP
I don't need them niggas to see me, be easy
Running your mouth but you don't know what you be talking 'bout
Soon as we see them fuckboys coming, we walk 'em out
That's right, we gotta even up the odds now
Pulling up the skirts and exposing all of the frauds now
Because it's later for you snakes in the grass
That's what's wrong with the hood
You let niggas that's fake get a pass
But meanwhile, real niggas die at a high rate
From the West Coast to the Dirty South to the Tri-state
You know we hating, why wait? Give that nigga the blues
Run up on him, flash the strap, he gon' shit in his shoes
Piss in his pants and pass out
Then we dig in his pockets and take the cash out and leave him ass out
I saw that paperwork, your homie a rat
How you still hanging with 'em? You been knew about that (How?)
Huh, but we gon' get back to that later
Malcolm X'd be alive if what's-his-name wasn't a hater (What you say?)
I ain't marched when them other million niggas did
But I marched in Brooklyn when they had the parade for Big (Biggie!)
White America on drugs, Becky sniffing lines
Pull 'em over like they Black, watch how many pills you find (Watch)
But they ain't gon' pull 'em over 'cause they ain't Black (They not)
I saw that paperwork, you can't tell me you ain't rat
We all did some shit we be wishing that we could take back
But you cooperated with police, I can't relate to that (Hey)
When you a street nigga, it's certain shit you ain't 'posed to do
That paperwork coming out, niggas gon' be exposing you (You a rat)
Oh, we live on Tidal right now, come see
This real nigga rap, Uncle Murda and Bun B