Lyrical Breakdown of Don't get carried away - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Don't get carried away" 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 "Don't get carried away" 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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Doctor, yeah
I think we got some shit for 'em
Yeah, I'ma rub these sticks together
Check it and start a bonfire
And if you don't see it y'all niggaz can't fuck with our
Flipmode movement, bounce in your truck to us
Y'all get stupid, don't try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll be carried away
Now I'm subtle, once I pick up my metal
Put my foot on the pedal, ridin' through every ghetto
Analyze the shit I'm seein' when I sip Amaretto
A lot of bitches on the strip, struttin' in they stilettos
Then they wave and say hello when my Lambo' is yellow
Everything they got a jingle when they walk like Jello
See the niggaz on the corner and I never forget it
And I never regret it because I see how you get it
Now because of you niggaz, I'm a hustler nigga
'Gnac guzzler nigga, rip your jugular, nigga
In the night I become the type to love when it's dark
'Cause when I pull up and park, is when I'm makin' my mark
See the fact's that I'm tryin' to strive and capitalize in
Start to max-a-mimize and b-build a ent-ter-prise
And wh-while I'm stockin' this bread, keep ah-stockin' the lead
And leave a permanent dot on the top of your head, c'mon
And if you don't see it y'all niggaz can't fuck with our
Flipmode movement, bounce in your truck to us
Y'all get stupid, don't try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll be carried away
I'm the enigma, there is none harder, smarter
Martyr, Godfather, my interest, your departure
Pardon Dre this beat is a monster, catchy
Like sleepin' under open windows that's drafty
Then wakin' up my throat scratchy that's how I spit it nasty
They short, a few inches North of a dwarf
My flow's Murciélago, ghostin' them narcos
Toast in the ways of the original Pablos
Still a pyramid architect, mix liquors like a chemist
Killer lyricist, poetical tyrant
Sneaker store terrorist, Mt. Everest, I climbed it
Heat is drawn, no creepin' on me whenever I'm bent
My mind spray, my nine spray
And freak styles like 3000 Andre
To keep pilin', keep pushin' them drops
Nas, runnin' with hot Busta Bust, we don't stop
And if you don't see it y'all niggaz can't fuck with our
Flipmode movement, bounce in your truck to us
Y'all get stupid, don't try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll be carried away
Now I'm hot, and we runnin' the block
Watch me run in your spot, fiends comin' in flocks
Add a little cut to the coke when I'm cookin' the pot, c'mon
Drugs, bitch, I got what you want come and get what I got
Now I almost forgot, I come to close up your shop
I love to fold up a knot, love totin' the glock
Helps me feel safer when niggaz try to scheme on my plot
Try to steal paper from me, you gotta deal with a lot
See, I will leave you to rot, only defendin' my stock
Niggaz know they pussy and struggle to pretend that they not
Lose your life in the drop while I harvest the crop
My hot shit, bust a cannon have you run in your socks
See we live on the edge, bang shit with a sledgehammer
Split up your head, kill a snitch for the feds
Let's go, for the streets I'm always spittin' a gospel
Get Nas holdin' a barrel size of elephant nostril
And if you don't see it y'all niggaz can't fuck with our
Flipmode movement, bounce in your truck to us
Y'all get stupid, don't try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll be carried away