Lyrical Breakdown of Truck Volume - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Truck Volume" 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 "Truck Volume" 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, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Turn my music up (C'MON) Turn my music up (C'MON) Truck shit now (C'MON) Truck shit now (C'MON) Truck shit now (C'MON) Truck shit now (C'MON) Turn my music up (UHH) Turn my music up (UHH) Truck shit now (C'MON) Live nigga bully foot brassed up on rap shit now. Check it out now Yeah, yeah, yeah re-lax that shit you talk Before I sick my bitch on you that'll bounce with your dick on a fork I'll bring a bigger storm to calm your clouds I own a couple things; I even own a farm with cows I own the moment when my niggas run deep through crowds Like how a pregnant woman breast milk leek through her blouse A lot of niggas like to wish on a star Don't give a fuck who you are I know some niggas that'll piss on your car Now see, every time we step in a place I give y'all niggas shit that put a foul look on your face And rob ice like I was never more able Don't drink coffee 'cos my diamond be cutting the glass on the table Hey, I be the lost found tribe of "Jabas" Bust niggas then I plant another bomb in your ass And then I put my students all in a class To clear my ruler ship And make y'all niggas fucked up doin' the math One time now (C'MON) Truck shit now (C'MON) Truck shit now (C'MON) Turn my music up (C'MON) Turn my music up (UHH) Truck shit now (C'MON) Truck volume (C'MON) Truck volume (C'MON) I know ya-wanna-get up-on it Let me-show ya- how we do Every-time we-drop that-shit you Know we-put it-down for you (HEY, HEY) How many times you gon' crush down somethin' You need to change your name up, to Bus-A-Bus down somethin' You fuckin' with the highest my nigga Tryin' to fuck with the giants, might as well call me Goliath my nigga C'mon, drop hot shit on the spot; sop it up with a mop Before the hungry come and shop on your block I know some niggas that'd love to blood suck you all A thing of the past, because them niggas stuck you all One shot bustin' the same bullet, struck you all And when they bounce you hear voices screamin' "FUCK YOU ALL" Gathered up about a thousand young? box? who brawl As decoys, in case they needed to duck you all That's why you better move tight with your click Niggas be thirsty and quick Just to be off into the night with your shit C'MON, we keep it street to give a damn who you are Make niggas wile, and bitches spread, and put they hands on the car Now let me frisk 'em, and shake they asses down to the floor One dude wonderin', "What them niggas is poundin' me for? What them niggas grillin'? What them niggas houndin' me for?" Before the poundin', "What them niggas was surroundin' me for?" Well let me tell you what the fuck we was surroundin' you for We came to get you once but now I come to get you for more And while they get and got, niggas drinkin' ten-dollar-henne a shot Getting' drunk and wilin' out in the spot What the fuck now (C'MON) Truck shit now (C'MON) Truck shit now (C'MON) Turn my music up (C'MON) Turn my music up (UHH) Hot shit now (C'MON) Street shit now (C'MON) Truck volume (C'MON) I know ya-wanna-get up-on it Let me-show ya- how we do Every-time we-drop that-shit you Know we-put it-down for you (HEY, HEY) I know ya-wanna-get up-on it Let me-show ya- how we do Every-time we-drop that-shit you Know we-put it-down for you (HEY, HEY)