Lyrical Breakdown of Strap Yourself Down - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Strap Yourself Down" 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 "Strap Yourself Down" 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.
This lyrical analysis of "Strap Yourself Down" not only celebrates Busta Rhymes's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!
I got somethin' real heavy to lay on you, man
Now that's what I need
Can you dig it? (1, 2)
Can you dig it? (Uh)
Can you dig it? (1, 2)
Talk shit every time I talk
To the top-tibbity-tower 'cause I talk serious
Top floor, bitch, with a top fleet
Feast over niggas with sharp teeth, full-time, get it
'Cause I go and get wild high, rah (rah)
Water drop-drip, see how we slide?
Big broad titty they droop, seek the bitch all in the coupe
Jealous niggas, you don't want me to shoot (drop it off)
Bong-bing, bi-dong-bong
Think you're listening to the wrong song? (Bing-bong-pow)
Full-time niggas, eh? Who? How?
Bang niggas 'til they all go sing, what you gonna do now? (Do now)
We don't allow foes here now
Watch lil' nigga, we about to go sell it
Beat niggas down to the ground (make 'em regret it)
And yell it it, we can never do wrong, I sell it
Fuck around (Mhm)
Wanna play a little game of death? Hold on
Take it up, take it up, cool cool?
I'ma kick you in your gut and be makin' you wanna doo-doo
Take a man into Shangri-La
Shorty then became the dick strangler
Black Maybach Dracula
Then everything I do is spectacular (part two)
God's sake, strap yourselves down
Back, bro, bliggidy-blah, bliggidy-blah (blah)
Blah (rah), nigga, you fraud, gimme your broad (broad)
Bitch, gimme the keys to cities
Let me dig deep, feelin' like Slick Ricky D's and
It's the god givin' you raw (raw)
Shit got you smashin' your truck, crashin' your car (car)
Aw shit, homie, you see? And, oh, you don't say? (Don't say)
I been killin' this bitch, homie, we don't play (don't play)
Sinkin' shit down, get on the floor (floor)
Yeah, niggas dig how we dig it down to the core (core)
Earned the right of passage, that's why I'm givin' you more (more)
Pure, bitch, I'm the flyest you ever saw (saw)
Bad bwoy givin' you heat, feedin' the street
And fuck niggas up, lil' bitch, you think it's sweet?
Confuse niggas, bug on the shit I do to a beat (beat)
And bruise niggas, watch how I cruise niggas to sleep (bleep)
Infuse niggas, watch how they knock it all in they Jeep (Jeep)
A few paparazzi won't catch me on when I creep (creep)
I move Kamikaze when paparazzi is deep (deep)
Include kemosabes, you carbon copies is weak (ayy)
While I give you a trick or treat (treat)
You weak motherfuckers, I got you under my feet (feet)
You sleep on a nigga, that's when you niggas are weak (weak)
Everything you sow, that's when niggas know shit is deep (and, and)
Break your back and split your spleen
Bunch of angry police officers when they step on the scene
They get even more angry when I be countin' this cream
'Til I got these niggas shoutin', the way I'm out in the steam (steam)