Lyrical Breakdown of Goin' Outta Business (feat. Rampage) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Goin' Outta Business (feat. Rampage)" 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 "Goin' Outta Business (feat. Rampage)" 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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Scratch, these cats going out of business It's like this Forty-five shells of smoke, I'm no joke For that big money, damn, I cleared my throat Ahem, ahem, you know I'm going for broke I'm the last Mohican, tough is how I'm speaking Move the wrong way, get your face leaking I run with a few Jamaicans and Puerto Ricans The game is mine and this is how I'm preaching I'm blacking on the industry, killing the regions I got my guns out so you know it's duck season It ain't nothing kid, I stop you from breathing Trapped in the corner, you ain't leaving Rampage, I'm back to the world, just getting even Busta Rhymes on the control, letting y'all niggas know How soon y'all gon' be (Going out of business) All y'all competitive motherfuckers So-called competitive motherfuckers Soon y'all gon' be (Going out of business) Remember my nigga Rampage, the last Boy Scout Hit y'all motherfuckers on the head Y'all gon' be (Going out of business) All y'all competitive motherfuckers Y'all motherfuckers is gon' realize Soon y'all gon' be (Going out of business) I'm so serious, yes, I'm so serious Y'all made me mad and Rampage I'm furious Y'all niggas joke, real delirious I come through, I got all y'all niggas curious I'm ill like them bacterias I'm a disease that's in all your areas I don't like you and you don't like me Watch your tongue, you could never spite me I got my fitted on, New York Yankee Peel a hundred thou' when I'm up in AC I ain't gotta chase money, money chase me If you're hating on the kid, you gotta face me Busta Rhymes on the control, letting y'all niggas know How soon y'all gon' be (Going out of business) All y'all competitive motherfuckers So-called competitive motherfuckers Soon y'all gon' be (Going out of business) Remember my nigga Rampage, the last Boy Scout Hit y'all motherfuckers on the head Y'all gon' be (Going out of business) All y'all competitive motherfuckers Y'all motherfuckers is gon' realize Soon y'all gon' be (Going out of business) Y'all niggas is going out of business Messed up in the game, like who did this? Check at me, I got a fifty-fifty split Sure shot, deep freeze, that's that shit I got the car, plus I got the kit Throw in the towel, y'all might as well quit If you playing freeze tag, I guess I'm it If you're going out of business, I'm hard to get Yo, I got the street clout like Tricky Trick When you see my jewels on, yo, I'm making you sick Rampage, lieutenant, hottest draft pick I really don't care who you run and go and get Busta Rhymes on the control, letting y'all niggas know How soon y'all gon' be (Going out of business) All y'all competitive motherfuckers So-called competitive motherfuckers Soon y'all gon' be (Going out of business) Remember my nigga Rampage, the last Boy Scout Hit y'all motherfuckers on the head Y'all gon' be (Going out of business) All y'all competitive motherfuckers Y'all motherfuckers is gon' realize Soon y'all gon' be (Going out of business)