Lyrical Breakdown of Let's Dance - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Let's Dance" 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 "Let's Dance" 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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Brand Nubian '98, hot shit
Yeah, where you fishin'?
Get up everybody, make your shit move fast
Check it out like this, yo (Check it out)
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, a-come on, get down
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, a-come on and get down
One time for your mind and it just don't stop
Chickens flock, I hit you with that knock
I be the Grand Royal, make it hot, flame broil
To this I stay loyal, while your style goes spoil
One of a kind, I'm like a diamond in the mine
Brush off the dirt and watch Hodgy God shine
Mama Pu, Mama Pa, Mama Grand Pu Ba
Alamo, Daddy X and the Lord Jamar
We wanna party, fiesta, together, forever
Say word, son, a nigga flow like Sean John Champion
Been in more gats than a tan line
Grand Puba, Nubian cold workers
Specialize in music, these cats'll never lose it
Time for some action for your satisfaction
Stackin' toast stashes without no question
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down
Here's a simple joint that a baby could follow
I had rode some twat, niggas just couldn't swallow
Love Vivica, Nia, Pam and Tamia
Soul food with the cornbread, greens and head
I'm off-ramp while y'all camp under a street lamp
I got a stamp from back then, remember when you was ten?
But now you burstin', enough to make me U-turn on Lenox
Watch your mouth, this is a grown man with the grown plan
And a swift hand on the witness stand
Before the grand, I can't go out on my man
I know nothin' of the sort, never seen a transport
Wax built thaws and cats who open doors
Can get it in they paws when I release my ewes
Down with Jamar, he's in the BK, Hodgy and the Wu
No Alamos, it's 'Burb, young boys, you went to school
And family planner, I can't forget my daughter in Atlanta
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down
Light skin understand and see with brown eye
See me in the van, the streets of Crown Heights
With weed in my hand, runnin' lights
In need of a grand to put down on a fight
See me and the Brand Nubians keep it tight
Flew me in to do a show in the middle of the night
If we don't get our dough, then you know we're gonna fight
Keep them niggas on they toes 'cause our flows be right
I used to bag hoes on sight
Now it turn me off when they clothes be tight
I'm on the road of the right and just
When I was fifteen, I used to smoke dust
Now I strive to stay pristine and free from lust
Watch the three bust, I'll be the black Jesus
Attack any man who plan to freeze us
Your hands should be up, my man's be tree'd up
In the land that the black man needs to free up
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down
Let's dance, I know you got the feeling
Let's dance, a-come on, a-get down
Yeah, Brand Nubians
Busta Rhymes, all in the twelve groove
Break fool niggas, no go to school
One time, get head on one time
Bounce, bounce to this, just bounce to this
Just bounce, bounce, bounce to this