Lyrical Breakdown of MotorSport - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "MotorSport" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Cardi B weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "MotorSport" 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 Cardi B 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 Cardi B's narrative.

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Yeah, skrrt M-M-M-Murda Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?) Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama) Shiftin' gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious) Face all your fears, then get at me Hit so many donuts on them backstreets Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah) Feel like I can fly, yeah Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex Take the air out the mall, walk in with the sacks Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E) Offset (Uh) The coupe came imported (hey) This season's Off-white, come and snorted (white) Green Lamborghini, a tortoise (Lambo) No human being, I'm immortal (no) Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek) Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks) My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine) And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy) Soon as I land on the Leer (whew) Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets) 488, hit the gears (488) Suicide doors, Britney Spears I'm boujee, so bitch, don't get near (boujee) Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila) Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt) It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey) Ride the dick like a BMX No nigga wanna be my ex (no) I love when he go on tour 'Cause he cums more when I see him less I get upset off, I turn Offset on I told him the other day Man, we should sell that porn Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different (yeah) Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me Is the same lips that be ass kissin' These hoes ain't what they say they are And they pussy stink, they catfishin' (stank) Same hoes that was sendin' shots They reachin' out like they back itchin' Why would I hop in some beef? (Why?) When I could just hop in a Porsche? You heard she, gon' do what, from who? That's not a reliable source So tell me have you seen her? Let me wrap my weave up I'm the trap Selena Dame más gasolina (skrrt) Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump) Uh, yo, watch your man Then you should watch your mouth Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth You see them stats, you know what I am about I am the champ, I'm Iron Mikin' about Attention, I'ma need you to face front You don't wanna smoke with me, this is a laced blunt Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh) You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil' Boosie All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, hoe Get you lined for that paper, like a loose leaf, when that strap blow I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti "Aye yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?" That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr) Brand new Chanels (Chanels) I scuffed 'em runnin' from 12 (12) Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches 'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh) If Nicki should show me her titty Right hand on the Bible I swear I won't tell (swear) If I get to play with that kitty I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums) Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one) Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah) My chest bad, give me chills And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice) Not the watch, but the price on the ice If you don't know what that is (huh) Motorsport, motorville Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr) Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court jump) Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton) Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the stairs (where?) Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama) Shiftin' gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious) Girl, yeah, yeah I wish my grandma could see me (grandma) Take away, pain ain't easy (pain) That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire) Niggas not cappin' this season