Lyrical Breakdown of New York Shit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "New York Shit" 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 "New York Shit" 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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(Feat. Swizz Beatz) [Intro: Busta Rhymes:] D.J. Scratch you sick for this one. [Swizz Beatz:] Whoa! Come on! New York we back! Swizzy! [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] If you from New York stand up right now! If you from New York hands up right now! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up! [Swizz Beatz:] Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Hat to the back on my New York shit Yeah, I'm on my New York shit Oh! Tims with the shorts on my New York shit Come on! I'm on my New York shit, ridin' on the train on my New York shit Burner in the club on my New York shit Razor in my mouth on my New York shit. [Busta Rhymes:] Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Got the world followin' the New York script Hustle with Tims and hoodies on my New York flip Rubberband stack money with my New York click Yeah! I'm on my New York shit I rep the Giants, the Jets, New York Knicks Taylor made clothin' with my New York stitch My chick bangin' don't you see my New York bitch Yeah! I'm on my New York shit You niggas know we deserve the props we get Ridin' up in therange I'm in my New York whip International chicks on my New York dick Yeah! I'm on my New York shit See how I kill it with my New York spit Thanks to the boroughs now I'm New York rich The way I flood 'rm thoro with my New York hits. [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] If you from New York stand up right now! If your from New York hands up right now! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up! Talk to 'em. [Swizz Beatz:] Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Kid Capri on my New York shit Come on! D.J. Red Alert on my New York shit Bounce! Funkmaster Flex on my New York shit I'm on my New York shit B.I.G. on my New York shit Big Pun on my New York shit Jam Master Jay on my New York shit. [Busta Rhymes:] BVD's and durags nigga Stand on the corners, God build on 5% lessons Got a nickel crack hand on hand niggas On a hustle rebellin, while the D's calculatin who sellin' Sell [...] right in front of the deli Pancho know what we doin and while we bubblin our corner be brewin Introduce you to the new walk nigga, and the new talk nigga That's how we do when we in New York niggas Yeah! Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Every hood love me for my New York skill I got alot of money on that New York strip Gully rock a scully with a New York fit Yeah! I'm on my New York shit Run up in The Tunnel catch a New York vick O.D.B. reppin New York sick Shit you want the truth take a New York trip. [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] If you from New York stand up right now! If your from New York hands up right now! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up! Get it up get it up get it get it get it up! [Busta Rhymes:] Yeah! I think it's about time for y'all to give New York there shit back Y'all know where the crown belong, y'all know who started this shit You know we gave birth to all of this shit Don't get it confused nigga, Flipmode bitch! Full Surface bitch! To the family that helped me get rich since day one Chris Lighty, James Cruz, Mona Scott, the whole Violator family! Big up to Nas, big up to Jay-Z, big up to Roc-A-Fella, big up to Ruff Ryders DMX, EPMD, Jazzy Joyce, Cocoa Chenelle, Green Lantern, Mr. C. D.J. Enuff D.J. Camilo, D.J. Envy, Clue, Kay Slay, the voice of New York Angie Martinez Grandmixer DST, yeah, Grandwizard Theodore Grandmaster Flash, I'm a take it all the way back Run-D.M.C., LL Cool J, Ralph McDaniels Cold Crush Brothers, Fab 5 Freddy, Funky Four Plus One More, Zulu Nation Spoony G, Five Percent Nation Of Islam, Yeah! Wu-Tang, Treacherous Three and all of that Busy B whattup! Brucie B, Love Bug Starski you know what I mean, Danity Kane, Rakim, Kool G. Rap We 'gon keep it goin, Public Enemy, B.D.P. I wanna big up producers like Pete, Marty Marl Premo, Eric "Vietnam" Sadler, Shocklee, Large Professor, Easy Mo Bee, Diamond D Howie T, Mantronix, yeah, Awesome Two, hey y'all I can't forget my man Biz Markie Just Ice, Lord Finesse, MC Shan, Cutmaster D.C. UTFO, Whodini, Doug E. Fresh, Slick Rick Ultramagnetic, X-Clan, Nice N Smooth, yeah, aiyyo, let me big up my ladies! My ladies and mothers of hip hop, M.C. Lyte, Salt N Pepa, Latifah, Sha Rock All the Roxannes, The Real Roxanne, Roxanne Shante, yeah, Tamara Pebbly Yeah yeah we fuckin y'all head up boy, we takin it back nigga! New York you know what it is stand up New York! Yeah! I ain't finshed yet! Mr. Magic, Chuck Chillout, Audio Two A Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, Black Sheep, Jungle Brothers Leaders Of The New School nigga! P. Diddy and the whole Bad Boy! Brand Nubian nigga! A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! I ain't forgettin shit! Kool Herc, Afrika Bambaata, the fathers of this shit, thank y'all.