Lyrical Breakdown of Right Back At It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Right Back At It" 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 "Right Back At It" 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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What's the name of the album?
Trillstatik two (Statik Selektah)
That's right, baby
Trillstatik two, it's time
Took us a while to get to this moment
That's what the fuck it's all about, making a moment
Let's go, Statik
We right back at it
The OG and the Showoff kicking the door off of the hinges
Heating up the booth until it singes
Getting right back to the business
For late night binges with syringes and Bentleys, Beamers and Benzes
We ain't friends, bitch, we brothers from other mothers
Dedicated to angels that float abovе us
It's a rap for you motherfuckers like Christmas gifts undеr the tree
You looking for number one then it's me nigga, that Bun to the B, see
We finally do it in real time
So everyone can know that we still grind
Breakfast to midnight meal time
From five-star spots or some chips and a Coke
Long as a blunt is twisted to smoke
Then bitch you know I'm going for broke
I came to shut down all that beefing and bickering
This is grown man B.I, ain't no giggling or snickering
You either roll with us or fuck it, no other choices
So we're about to find out who's solid and who the moistest
Some of you niggas off as wet ass TP
In the free world but still in PC
Man fuck you on G.P, I'm from P.A and Statik from the Beam
We riding dirty and riding clean, know what I mean?
Shit, he behind the boards, me, I caught a wave and I soared
Pedal to the metal floored, then left the city scorched
The liquor is poured and the blunts already rolled up
Trillstatik two, we back in this bitch, mayne hold up