Lyrical Breakdown of Turn It Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Busta Rhymes weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Turn It Up" 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 Busta Rhymes 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 Busta Rhymes's narrative.

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We grind ya'll

Bounce back, open your mind ya'll

Grind your whole ass till you twist your waistline

Ya'll know the time

Hey yo feel the base line

Stack the overdrive

Bounce, baby feel the incline

So geniune, everytime, Busta redefine

The wicked knew the dime

Makin' ya'll press rewind

Hope you feelin' fine

Watch me combine and intertwine

The bounce rock skates make you cross the foul line

Shine a nickel nine

On all kinds of little swine

Stick the worst of porcupine

If you tryin' to take mine

Yo, pick up my nigga Splif

In the blue 5S's

Sportin' out tan, interior blue head restses

Move, baby no time for second guesses

Been articulate the right bounce as the flow finesses

Yo, we gettin' papers spreadin' love and happiness's

Shit blazin' so hot DJ's scratch the test presses

Like make it mo hot baby

Turn it up, I wanna hear it real loud, just

Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby

Turn it up, we need to tear the roof off, so just

Turn it up, I need to make it mo hot, baby

Turn it up, I wanna hear it real loud, just

Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby

Turn it up, we need to tear the roof off, so just

Turn it up

Yo, word is bond

Baby let's get it on

I never say it wrong

Yo baby girl take off your thong

Let me put it in your spirit like the holy Kyron

Got the mega song

Sweet like honey chicken dijon

Movin' along

Yo, honey body look real strong

Watch your ass swing

Hangin' like a medallion

Exercise baby let me see you spread on the floor

What you askin' for?

Relax, I'm bout to give you some more

Where the liquor store?

Hit you with some more metaphor

The raw, hot to def shit you never seen it before

Hit the deck, on your mark, get set, we 'bout to jet

Spark it like ingelet, chickens breakin' their neck

Yo we play to win

Such a shame, shit is a sin

So hot baby body heat bubble your skin

Everytime I flow speak

I caress the whole beach

Just like the body guard Les straight walkin' the street

We get down real hot baby

Turn it up, I wanna hear it real loud, just

Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby

Turn it up, we need to tear the roof off, so just

Turn it up, I need to make it real hot, baby

Turn it up, I wanna hear it real loud, just

Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby

Turn it up, we need to tear the roof off, so just

Turn it up

Yo, come on baby just feel my heat wave

A lot of hot ones ready for niggas who act brave

Chill son, you better off if you behave

Flip money while broke niggas tryin to save

Lay low, I say so, my pesos

Import my cheese stack by the castros

Make clothes

Or stay fly a chase hoes

Equatorians soft lips and straight nose

Makin' dough

When we rippin' the paid show

Get the money and dip, we in the Range Rove

Now we makin' grands

We name brand

We make plans, change plans

Then we expand across land

Do it properly

Yo, I said open sesame

The recipe, be the hot shit, it's got to be

Yo, landscape

We arrange a whole shape

Rock the fly tape

Then I continue to skyscrape

Like blah

So hot we gotta

Turn it up, I wanna hear it real loud, just

Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby

Turn it up, we need to tear the roof off, so just

Turn it up, I need to make it mo hot, baby

Turn it up, I wanna hear it real loud, just

Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby

Turn it up, we need to tear the roof off, so just

Turn it up

I wanna make it so hot baby

I wanna make it real loud, just

I wanna fellin' so hot, just