Lyrical Breakdown of Butch & Sundance - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Butch & Sundance" 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 "Butch & Sundance" 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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Bust my brother despite the two mothers
Butch and Sundance trot
Killshot to you fuckers
You feel the wind of excellence before
We enter in the room
So assume your position of
The natural born coon
When we groom other rappers, pew
Ladies start to swoon
The wolves are howling at the moon
Your time will never come soon
Markie, featuring me and the Brooklyn bad boy
The petty thoughts of the
Sanction when we rhyme, become void
The game of life, the game of death
Tap out you can't take it
Rappers fake it til they make it
And it's mirrors of naked
Your lady shoes are Rasputin
Of the rhyme evolution and all
The issues you confusing
And we are the solution yo, Busta Rhymes
I'm on, black, you know it's a wrap
And despite all the shit you taught
Me you niggas is wack
Fuck that, fuck with us, bitch
Them niggas is back show me your ass
Stack it up all on a nigga and now ass clap
Don't get your ass clapped trying to
Be like the next dude go ahead move
Try to prove something I test tube
A couple of you funny
Looking niggas some fufu's
Them niggas is too cool
You niggas is through
See we live with it, homie, look
We clearing the bar out
Toasting, celebrating and we drinking
'til we fall out
While I'm with a strong shine, bitch
You know it's Bust' Rhymes let me explain
(no) , I'm fucking with the slimes
That's it, fuck the time, we rock on and on
You rhyme wrong
Everything about you dead gone
Niggas in the front, heard you got my back
I'mma put the drug back in
The street like nickle crack abstract
One for the beat and two for the creator
The remains saying
Debating who's position came the greater
For now let's set the gate up
The live motivator
Couldn't cut it with a fader
And Grandmaster was your data
'Til the youth was disenchanted we’ll
Revamp it single handed
The vision is deep unless
Every man understand it
You spittin' sweet 16’s for king’s queens
My mom's got legendary genes
That brought me greens
You virtual robotic, I got the lean product
Fiends follow like the hobbit cause
Crowd could never top it
And your trash is not the topic
We know you can't rock it
Well, shit the topic is that none
Of you niggas can stop it
Indeed, we gonna do it
You know we went through it
Here’s the stripes to prove it if
You listen to the music
If you listen to the music then
You should've get it better
It's the Abstract and the Dragon
And we doing this together
Do it together, do it forever
Bust grand, imperial rhymes
Finish billing your crimes
Oh shit, another verse, get in line first
For what it's worth, did it all, did it first
Niggas mad, sick with thirst
Hit 'em bad 'til it hurt
Pick the land, pick the turf
The fuck is up? We getting this work
I stay on my bullshit eating niggas' food
Bitch i'm in the mood
Wildin like swallowing Quaalude
Bet they want that shit, better forfeit
And forklift niggas like I'm
Throwing them off cliffs it's all horseshit
Bang them niggas like war ships
She want the daiquiri, well
I'm allowing her four sips raw spit
They out here acting like they important
You off niggas
Get to accepting your loss quick
Abort this, identify the God as your lordship
For how you funny niggas be
Looking you an ostrich
Beat niggas head, your looks very assaulted
The cost is whatever the niggas
Want, it's the boss, kid
Ayo, come on, what you doing?
What you - what you doing, dude?
Why you trying to stop my shit son?
The fuck's up, son? Stop doing that shit son
Word, son, stop doing that shit fuck that