Lyrical Breakdown of Street Sh** - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Street Sh**" 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 "Street Sh**" 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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Yeah, this one appears to be very forceful Very forceful, yeah, here we go now Where you at talk Let me see you all, yeah Hah, before we slap niggaz silly with something And put you out of your misery and you're suffering Uh-oh, yeah, and just for fronting You got me busting two nines With one hand tied together or something Ain't no mistaking we're taking your trap In case you nigga didn't know You're fucking with the GLADIATORS of rap On some John Reno shit in Professional How we accurate and precise when we bust And every move is intentional Violate and I will get at yo' ass And if I can't catch you, track star We'll start throwing shit at yo' ass Wait a minute nigga, hold up second See your house a bitch and while we bust yo' ass Yo' faggot peoples ain't even checking Yo, you all need to send the coroner, shit Leave you looking out a place Like your house, a tourist on some foreigner shit I be that nigga and I love to experiment With specific high-explosives Just to take you all nigga out of this element, now Cause we got new shit for you all All my nigga in the spots You all know we tear the shit down and how we hold it nigga And we come to take shit over you all Yes we here to regulate And put our foot down, the shop is closing nigga Always rep the street for all you all Constantly hitting you all off with street shit And keep you all nigga open, yeah (All my nigga, all my bitches) what are you'all gon' do now Every time we come with that street shit Yeah, we move like stone faced cold-hearted nigga Baldfaced straight retarded nigga And on this, the shit we do be so off the hook Fuck around and get yo' leg broke And beat all in yo' face with ya foot We here to stay, fuck paying a visit I only fuck with certain live nigga Like my nigga Task and Xzibit Ever since I vowed to keep the shit raw I stay hitting nigga with shit That'll leave they fucking face on the floor Every time, nigga know when we black Smack a nigga so fucking hard He'll fall and probably spin on his back Funny how nigga'll always shit talk The very next day they will notice the difference In the way they bitch walk My street nigga need to come for the ride Cause when we step up in the place You funny nigga need to slide to the side I love to watch these funny nigga diminish And while we slowly murder them nigga They're praying on the moment we finish I take you back to the very beginning And beat you in yo' head from birth And watch you grow loving the shit we be bringing Street nigga keep the mind on the dream Focus the most on getting the paper And be thoroughly rep pin they team You know we quick to mash it down for? Hours Quick to leave, some of these nigga shook Running with the rest of them cowards And leave the rest of nigga ready to dumb And rep the street until we all die Could give a fuck wherever you from, now Cause we got new shit for you all All my nigga in the spots You all know we tear the shit down and how we hold it nigga And we come to take shit over you all Yes we here to regulate And put our foot down, the shop is closing nigga Always rep the street for all you all Constantly hitting you all off with street shit And keep you all nigga open, yeah (All my nigga, all my bitches) what are you'all gon' do now Every time we come with that street shit, yeah For all my motherfuckers That live in the urban city areas Only the urban city areas The ghettos The neighborhoods where they got, delis, liquor stores And churches right across the streets from all that Yeah Motherfuckers selling weed, crack, and all of that shit On the corner', it ain't the right thing to do But nigga is put in the mother-fuckin, living conditions That have to do that shit The street motherfuckers All you all survival of the fittest motherfuckers, survive This is dedicated to you all Street shit