Lyrical Breakdown of Get Of My Block ft. Lord Have Mercy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Get Of My Block ft. Lord Have Mercy" 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 "Get Of My Block ft. Lord Have Mercy" 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.
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(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice) Booty so big (Work), Lord, have mercy Why I keep bossing like I do (Work, work it, work it) Why I keep flossing like I do (Work, work it, work it) Why I keep saucing like I do (Work, work it, work it) Why it keep costing like it do (Work, work it, work it) All this ass up in my jeans (Work, work it, work it) You can't get up in between (Work, work it, work it) You tryna get a piece of me (Work, work it, work it) I can teach you a couple things (Lord, have mercy, work) Boy, you lookin' at me like I ain't give you no choice If I count to three, bet you be on your knees You wrapped 'round my hand like Cartier, oh You can't get this thickness out of your mind He say he like that Laffy Taffy He so goofy, call me daddy He go stupid, he go daffy Introduce me to his papi He can never live without me I'm so real, I'm never cappin' If he got it like that, like that I can take it, take it there 'Cause my Booty so big (Work), Lord, have mercy Why I keep bossing like I do (Boss) Why I keep flossing like I do (Floss) Why I keep saucing like I do (Sauce) Why it keep costing like it do (Cost) All this ass up in my jeans You can't get up in between You tryna get a piece of me I can teach you a couple things (Lord, have mercy) Why I keep bossing like I do (Boss) Why I keep flossing like I do (Floss) Why I keep saucing like I do (Sauce) Why it keep costing like it do (Cost) All this ass up in my jeans You can't get up in between You tryna get a piece of me I can teach you a couple things Like How to surf it, man, how to work it, man It's on purpose, I'm doin' it big Body language like speaking spanglish I'll educate ya how to do this shit Temporary, that's never rare-y I'm necessary, yeah, I am that bitch You can't get this thickness out of your mind He say he like that Laffy Taffy He so goofy, call me daddy He go stupid, he go daffy Introduce me to his papi He can never live without me I'm so real, I'm never cappin' If he got it like that, like that I can take it, take it there 'Cause my Booty so big (Work), Lord, have mercy Why I keep bossing like I do (I do) Why I keep flossing like I do (I do) Why I keep saucing like I do Why it keep costing like it do All this ass up in my jeans You can't get up in between You tryna get a piece of me I can teach you a couple things Why I keep bossing like I do (Boss) Why I keep flossing like I do (Floss) Why I keep saucing like I do (Sauce) Why it keep costing like it do (Cost) All this ass up in my jeans You can't get up in between You tryna get a piece of me I can teach you a couple things