Lyrical Breakdown of Holla Holla [Remix] - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Holla Holla [Remix]" 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 Holla [Remix]" 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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It's murdaaaaaaa! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Hova, Hova We takin' over soldier, told ya It's murda I'm here for that paper playa, fuck one time I'm here to break ya playa, one nine Make you scream and holla, potna, when I blocka, potna When I squeeze niggas breathe like, "Huh, huh" We the realest niggas, we killers niggas We murderers, feel this Vida, vida, for all my bitches that's ready to flip Dollas, dollas, let me hear you holla, holla Gunshots, pop up, lock this Murder, Ja's a murderer, I'm the murderous bit Semi, semi-automatic in my Fendi, Fendi Bags for any, any hoes feelin' envy, envy If you choose to, but I got some killers that'll bury and lose you It's murda Nigga, we in this for the dough, dough Perkin' and hurtin', y'all niggas is curtains, curtains When the pound kick, rounds spit, hit the ground quick Playa, playa, or hater, hater, who flow, flow With so-so, midget niggas who grow slow Fire, fire, when I spit, full clip, niggas wet 'em, wet 'em Whoever holdin' the coke, we're dead 'em, dead 'em All my thug niggas and thug bitches On the chase for paper, if you feelin' me Holla, holla All my niggas that's ready to get dollas, dollas Bitches know who can get 'em a little hotter, hotter Come on, if you rollin' with me, follow, follow, it's murda Holla, holla All my niggas that's ready to get dollas, dollas Bitches know who can get 'em a little hotter, hotter Come on, if you rollin' with me, follow, follow, it's murda Yeah, yeah Niggas never, never seen a killer like Bleek You could get it, get it in a second on these streets Now it's Memphis, Memphis and my gun bust tremendous You ain't, you ain't on my dick, shorty, but your friend is It's murda, murda for life Me and Ja, nigga, hold that, hold that Niggas ain't ready to die with us Get it, get it, make 'em feel it, feel it All sixteen comin' from my fo'-five digit Nigga, holla, Black Child is all about a dollar Dollars, dollars, nigga, I'm from homicide Hollis Hittin' hoes that love to swallow, swallow We original robbers, robbers with revolvers Sippin' Henny and Remy and Remy with Henny with Ty Spittin' a semi, spittin' a semi And any, anybody can spit it, spit it, but can you live it? Live it, it's murda, motherfucker, don't forget it Holla, holla All my niggas that's ready to get dollas, dollas Bitches know who can get 'em a little hotter, hotter Come on, if you rollin' with me, follow, follow, it's murda Holla, holla All my niggas that's ready to get dollas, dollas Bitches know who can get 'em a little hotter, hotter Come on, if you rollin' with me, follow, follow, it's murda Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Now what you 'bout to do? Lay you out on a stretcher I betcha that when I get ya I make y'all niggas leak from my lyrical lecture And treasure the moment, feel pleasure from when I wet ya (What?!) Split your cardiovascular up from the bullets we sent ya Listen, we dishin' out flavor, we cook in the kitchen (What?!) Like we cookin' a brick in the last pot we got to piss in I'm 'bout to cop a ounce of loud (How many wanna trip, man?) And roll with a bunch of wild murderin' niggas, Ty, nigga, clip it Never ever before, for whatever reason you think you law, law Tell 'em I'm the nigga to clip it, cock it, and dead 'em I'ma behead 'em for no flow, wet 'em if they dry slow Funny style niggas, I lift like low- Lows and pimp your broke hoes, woah I'ma, I'ma pop, pop and leave, leave niggas gagged and shot Why? Why? Fuck not, I'm a murderer, murderin' Any and everythang that's in my way, holla, holla