Lyrical Breakdown of Um Yea - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Um Yea" 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 "Um Yea" 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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*Hi Monk St bLVk* *Artist: Quality Control* *Lyrics* We havin' a check by the way (hey) Huh, woo woo woo (DJ Durel) You feel me? you dig Shit look easy, know what I mean Hey Don't I look like I'm the shit lil' nigga? (don't I?) Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga (ehh) Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga (weuh) Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga? (why?) You little niggas keep gossiping (lil nigga) You should go work for the blogs and them (ha) Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite (nah) Pop at them niggas, apocalypse (brrt) Um, yeah, you cannot stop it (hey) Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit (bag, bag) Um, yeah, this no Monopoly (woo) But we got colorful money and property Um, yeah, what's in your pocket? (huh?) The pocket rocket, please do not size me (brrt) Um, yeah, bored on the private Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty (thotty) Uh, yeah, I'm 'bout to get his ass hit (hit) Yeah, pay that lil' dime (bah) Yeah, if you get knocked for that body (shh) Yeah, do that lil' time (appeal) Yeah, half of a brick is a nine plus nine, can't show this on Vine (on the low though) Yeah, most of you niggas drop dimes on dimes, you can't do the time (you a ho though, woo) Elliot got me on blind, I'm blind, I can't see my time (shine) Yeah, if I'm a gangster my bitch is a gangster, she ready to slide (she ready to ride) Bitch I can't face it, I sip on the Matrix, I'm dead or alive (uhh) If I go broke I'm not asking nobody, I'm ready to rob (ready to kick) Slob on my knob, canary diamonds, corn on the cob (yellow, ice) Fifty K sloppy, all in my pocket, call it a Whopper (fifty ball) Can't kick it, no soccer, birds in the trap still sing like an opera (brr) Robinson 44 (uh), bitch take a trip in the chopper Still ballin' like forty-four, and we still pull up with choppers Still bustin' off forty-four, you talkin' 'bout guns or the profit (uh) Yeah, go pick up a bigger load, from Pablo, Rico, and Papi (Rico) You got them bricks, we gon' hit the door (boo) I'm in your hood, Robin Don't I look like I'm the shit lil' nigga? (don't I?) Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga (ehh) Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga (weuh) Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga? (why?) You little niggas keep gossiping (lil nigga) You should go work for the blogs and them (ha) Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite (nah) Pop at them niggas, apocalypse (brrt) Um, yeah, you cannot stop it (hey) Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit (bag, bag) Um, yeah, this no Monopoly (woo) But we got colorful money and property Um, yeah, what's in your pocket? (huh?) The pocket rocket, please do not size me (brrt) Um, yeah, bored on the private Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty (thotty) Bardi, uh Ain't with the politicking with you, I don't need to vote (nah) I sell tracks that these tours need for seating rows (packed) I'm in the spot these whack bitches is competing for (weak, who?) Matter fact I'm that bitch that's really eating the most (hrrr) I'm with your nigga 'cause he know just how treat a ho (splurge) Let's talk money in Spanish 'cause I can speak it in both (díme) I been ballin' kinda like when Derek Jeter rose (woo) I'm with the papis with machetes so dimelo (ahh) Travel with the hitters and you know they keep the pole (baow, baow) Bye now lil bitch, you can get pita-rolled (blah) He kept the ice on my neck and kept that fever low (woo) Don't I look like I'm the shit lil' nigga? (don't I?) Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga (ehh) Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga (weuh) Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga? (why?) You little niggas keep gossiping (lil nigga) You should go work for the blogs and them (ha) Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite (nah) Pop at them niggas, apocalypse (brrt) Um, yeah, you cannot stop it (hey) Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit (bag, bag) Um, yeah, this no Monopoly (woo) But we got colorful money and property Um, yeah, what's in your pocket? (huh?) The pocket rocket, please do not size me (brrt) Um, yeah, bored on the private Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty (thotty)