Lyrical Breakdown of Coming Off - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Coming Off" 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 "Coming Off" 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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Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me (Repeat 3X) The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Salute in sight/site, or get caught in the crossfire Crush and trip the circuits, my niggaz is haywire For sure corny nigga your time will soon expire Retire cause your name ain't no longer on the flyer You abuse your every blessing, go say another pray-er Still on the first floor, I take you a level higher Your Miss O'Hara a la sweater smear off your mascara Can't take the heat, switch to eyeline, yo call Sara Rhymes penetrate the flesh and effect the bone marrow Your dry spell flows sound like they stranded in de Sahara Smoke bombs, salute all my niggaz who smoke charms Let's take it to the garden or fields and smoke out the fat farms OD'ing on the beat like the needles up in my arm Then I whip your ass if you do not listen just like your moms When I count to five, by the time I open my palm I'ma fuck you up, like the United States got by Vietnam I go... Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me (Repeat 3X) The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Rhyme flows cause damage on niggaz that's unforgiven Faggot must be getting dick in the ass yo, how ya livin? You must been driven two up your ass when you was in prison Up in the streets frontin like you hardcore, that's done forbidden Everytime I bomb this be predictions from Nostradamus Busta Rhymes to fan bombs on your head and that's a promise The one thing that seems to be funny yet never stated Is that I been creatin shit niggaz think they originatin My displays make you feel like you need some x-rays My music make y'all celebrate like important holidays We got to break fool tactics and carry on with tradition Whippin in the Tahoe, and we wild in the Exhibition Wild bend your mindstate, smash your transmission With no permission, you crossed the line and catch a whippin Before I wash y'all niggaz down like liquid detergent Watch the flame before I overcook shit, and start the burnin So, watch me turn it on y'all niggaz that try to learn it Gotta work to earn it, can't come in without a permit So hot, the wicked shit soundin so official Little whistles sign with the blast of my SCUD missile Pass the peas international paper stackin G's Overseas please you drivin nothin, pass the keys Get subdued, watch me shoot dope, y'all know my attribute HUH, make y'all niggaz jump with no parachute, like Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I'm coming off Yes it's coming back to me (Repeat 3X) The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!