Lyrical Breakdown of God Lives Through - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "God Lives Through" 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 "God Lives Through" 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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I always wanted to rhyme on this shit Yeah La-la-la La-la-la La-la I always wanted to sing that shit Yo, when I come with the excitement like A baby when they speak they first words So compelling, when I speak can even burst nerves Skyscraper rhymes, flying like the first bird Penthouse view'll help you see the Earth curve I scorch the street and you can search for burns I think sick before I speak, my thoughts hurt the words Here I come, I come to give you what you each deserve Feed the street the shit that make 'em wanna eat the curb Well, if you're looking for me, here I am, run Because you can't erase me, accept how it come You might as well embrace me, somehow I'm never done Maybach Zeppelin, color metallic plum And while I'm having fun, we gotta keep it bouncing Unravel another bag of the money, keep counting While I cover and unfold like a broken water fountain Here I am like I appeared at the top of the mountain Or here I am back from vacation, see, your boy is home Paraded for the kid, respect is the cornerstone Invade the streets so incredibly like I'm local, homes Connect the hoods international like a global phone It's so magical how I hold my own Or with my brother Kamal, or when I hold the chrome Merciless on my adversaries, I'm so alone I'm in a place, it's a planetarium in a zone Inciting riots in the spot, see how I get 'em And got 'em wilding, see how I be smiling when I'm with 'em Then I remind 'em, see I'm right behind 'em when I hit 'em That's when I finally kill 'em Got them bottles and ice buckets, you know we gotta chill 'em Touching the soul of the streets, see, that's how we got up in 'em Then I'm back to my city to properly put 'em on To make an everlasting impression, my people, sing along now La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la (Smooth it out, y'all) La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la There's a million emcees that claim they want some But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb Peace to Sharezab, yeah, you know how we go My best friend Steven at the Home Depot Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside Walk past emcees like that girl did the Pharcyde I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the emcee with the know-how Act like you know, not now but right now Beast of the East, on emcees I have a feast I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice Straight out Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens But you can find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good If Malik don't look good, the Quest won't look good If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good But since our sounds are universal, New York won't look good Picture Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it Put down the microphone, son, surrender, forfeit Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do? You better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the cool in you Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton And I'll dissect you like a fraction Oh, you wanna be tough cat emcees? I'll pop you like a zit You wanna be the champ? You're more like chief some shit Big up myself every time when it comes to this Emcees be running scared as if they watching The Exorcist I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breastfed You know the steelo when the diggy-dog is on the scene I dedicate this to all the emcees outta Queens That goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C Akinyele, Nasty Nas, and the Extra P We be the tribe straight up and down, man, there ain't no other 'Nough respect to all my peeps that made the album cover Yo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I get the party jumping Get on the mic and break 'em off a little, little something Yo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I gets the party jumping Get on the mic, my man, and break 'em off a little something Ooh, la-la-la-la Shoo-doo-doo-doo La-la-la-la Shoo-doo-doo-doo La-la-la-la Shoo-doo-doo-doo You know I'm on the other for the top forty, haha We gotta do it like this We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit So recognize me, kids memorize me Every day, I be scrounging, really I be lounging I play the down low, very, very incognito Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme Sometimes I rhyme in riddles plus I make the honeys wiggle Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager The skills on the hill overlooking dollar bills Man, you're crazy, thinking you can phase me The Ab' doesn't study mere nonsense, money Life seems to need me, emcees seem too cheesy With they doody-ass renditions of defeating competition I rock to the roll, man, yes, I'm a soul man Bet your bottom dollar Vinnie-O will make you holler As you stand at attention, did I forget to mention? Emcees will give me twenty if I sense that they act funny Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant Just mentioning the fact that the area is phat I dwell in the under, so honey, it's no wonder That I'll get plenty of tail, why, I even get white I'm a bank hitting head crack, there, money, take that Breaking niggas off, cut the bank then I'm off While my Nikes match my Lo hat, beat joint is mad phat Got the cutter of the box if a kid think he's ox For TME's creator, the poetry relator Is pimp like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la (Smooth it out, y'all) La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la Queens got a Brooklyn got a Bronx got a Staten Island got a Long Island got the zone Jersey got a Philly got a Milwaukee got a L.A. got a Whole town got the zone La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la See, I like to get down, jack