Lyrical Breakdown of Real Ni**as (feat. Rick Ross) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Real Ni**as (feat. Rick Ross)" 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 "Real Ni**as (feat. Rick Ross)" 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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Yo Check this out right here yo (Jahlil Beats, Holla at me) This about a God still gettin' it Green Jackets, winning masters Where your membership? You think you go hard? Nigga we go harder When you see the kid Respect the Godfather I'm a real nigga this is for the real I'm a real nigga this is for the real Presidents in the same direction When I line up my money Couple bitches to take the time out To line 'em up for me Nigga tryin' to front What the hell is they drinkin' Don't you see I ain't do it? What the fuck is you thinkin? Yeah we scarin' these niggas Face up on wanted posters Don't compare me ('n) you nigga See it's the God You ain't notice? (ahe', ahem) Gotta do it Clear my shit up and focus While I whip me a spacecraft My bitch in a Lotus Niggas know that they owe us (pay up) Strangle niggas like boas See the way how we get this money And bubble like sodas Throw it back to the future Bitch we back feelin' super Diamonds out of Uganda Fine wine from Mustafa Special bud from the Rastas Lots of money in safe deposits They stashed in them lockers [?] Animal designer coats for the winter The way I sting or I stick out Just like a thorn or a splinter Anything that I pick out Is like a score for the [?] Imported shit from Milan Forgive me Lord for this sinnin' (I'm sayin) We flat linin' e'ything Understand me killa? Headlinin' the news You need more paper for the printer (M-m-m-m-Maybach Music) This 'bout a young nigga gettin' it Sellin' dope for them NBA benefits Boat I'm on lookin' like a fuckin' cruise line Bought the same Allen Iversons two times I'm a real nigga this is for the real Bought the restaurant, now make my fuckin' meal My husltin's rare Her pussy medium-well They rather go blind before they see me excel Read my name on the block They like, "What has he bought?" Ballin' out at [?] Richard Mosse on the wall Niggas never attend They only pretend Bought a Basquiat cash I paid 'em in tens [?] to my Zo's Gotta stay on my toes Everybody just froze Salasia in the ghost Better pray to the Lord Nigga payin' this rent Shots rang out Niggas sprayin' the Benz But the Devil's a li'(ar) Once again I arose Pullin' up to my shows Bullet holes in the Rolls I'm ghost (M-m-m-m-Maybach Music) Double 'M' Busta Bust' Conglomerate Long Money Whoo! (M-m-m-m-Maybach Music) Yo what's good man It's [?] ridin', you nameen? Make sure you artists got that boom-bap in ya life man You nameen?