Lyrical Breakdown of Holla - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Holla" 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 "Holla" 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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Yeah, yea This s*it sound like One two o'clock in the mornin with the full moon out Ni*az in they trucks creepin With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bi*ches Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connect Thieves ni*a direct the trees to the SmokeFest Wanna take a toke? Yes! The newest zone I'm in I'm like Smithsonian ni*a, f*ck it call me Napoleon Wave the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan The terminology I'm rhymin' in cause a frenzy up in Ireland Hit ya, I'm gon get ya And drop the bomb scripture at your barmitzvah Yo, map s*it out, blast through the speakers With a wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers Street ni*az hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk Pimp-strut, and how to skywalk Moderatin' how we establish the whole conglomerate The way we honor it, you'll never conquer it See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish people Young and restless down to the old and feeble Peep them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian ni*az Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin ni*az So now you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, ni*a My vernacular is spectacular Strategic plans'll have you lookin wacker than a postal office massacre Is that so? Make moves just like a fatso Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat blow! Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough ni*a) Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now) B*ch shake yo' hips and bounce real slow Nig*az rep yo' hood, I'm with that - All my nig-gaz (all my ni*az) if you with me (if you with me) Yeah I see you (yeah) holla (Throw yo' guns in the motherf*kin air, c'mon!) All my b*ches, if you're with me (yeah all my b*ches where you at now) Yeah I see you (you know I see y'all) holla Yeah, my whole entire mindstate deeper Than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo Smash you ni*az like mashed potato Back when ni*az used to rock Ballys and Clarks I used to watch, little ni*az shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park Barrels spray the brighter flame in the dark Blood spill stain on the street, that's how ni*az be leavin they mark F*kin with diplomats who love Bailey's Monopolize and quickly get other money f*kin with Israelis So solid how we be symbolic To a handful of ni*az that be all schemin on the same wallet Them type ni*az that be conspirin and kidnappin S*t happens! Gun clap for you in a GIFT wrappin You should follow how the style switch up Like a group of religious nig*az schemin to kill they arch-bishop You big pu*y nig*a actin all hard Call me atheist, because I don't believe in you God It's like a grand feast celebratin the bounce of the century I tote the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy Busta Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect Like how a Felipe (?) portrait is so hard to get We got the obscure shit for the street Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough ni*a) Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now) B*ch shake yo' hips and bounce real slow Nig*az rep yo' hood, I'm with that - All my nig-gaz (all my niggaz) if you with me (if you with me) Yeah I see you (yeah) holla (Throw yo' guns in the motherf*kin air, c'mon!) All my b*ches, if you're with me (yeah all my b*ches where you at now) Yeah I see you (you know I see y'all) holla (Busta Rhymes) Cookin up a little brown stew chicken Dr. Dre ni-az, yea