Lyrical Breakdown of Ante UP Remix - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ante UP Remix" 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 "Ante UP Remix" 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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Attention please, attention please!! This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed! Motherf*ckerrrrrrrrrr! Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah! Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) Blunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now What you want now? (What you want now?) What you want now? (What you want now?) What you want now? (What you want now?) What you want now? (What you want want want want want want BLUNT BLUNT) ANTE UP!! No, cut that fool! They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels 'fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down Unleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT) You frontin like this was a thing of the past With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass! My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided In the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it! (BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker we don't play with that shit And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit! You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz We takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February I take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!) Yo yap that fool, cause I don't know money! For my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry so they can come and take - all your money Wish I could bring Pun back (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! So keep actin like you don't know where the funds at And I'ma show y'all motherf*ckers where the guns at ANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch She try to spaz out then smack that bitch Hoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin Remi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!) ANTE UP!! Yap that fool! ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool! It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin Get up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!) ANTE UP!! Yap that fool! ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool! Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM) ANTE UP!! Yap that fool! F*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels! ANTE UP!! What? My whole family nuts Run up yo' stash house, tie granny up Make you strip butt-naked Young buck got struck with the gun butt (for what?) For tryin to tuck the necklace I'm young hungry armed and reckless On the streets with a death wish Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist ANTE UP!! Show no mercy; B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty We bang hollows, you misrepresentin the game motherf*cker you lame and your chain hollow Hit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs Listen. it's, Lil' Fame right? With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai Hey yo I'm firin out a coppertop city, with a whole empire A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of FIYAHH! Eat deep dirt nigga (YEP) It's Berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga (STEP) Easy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin I'ma bang til the springs in this thang start squeakin Die cocksucker, boom BAP boom BAP Aight motherf*cker, what's wrong with you?