Lyrical Breakdown of Payback Is A Grandmother - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Common weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Payback Is A Grandmother" 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 Common 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 Common's narrative.

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(Common) Yo. I don't know what was on y'all niggaz birds(?) To go up to the boat - and start robbin old folks Now see you done messed with the wrong old lady You done went wild; yo, check it. There was a Hardy Boy mystery I tried to solve again Dude that broke in my crib - it wasn't involvin him Four in the mornin, my phone ringin I'm thinkin, "Who da f**k is this," on the other line screamin Told em, "Keep(?) down," but they was breathin hard It was my grandmother tellin me that she had been robbed I told her hold (hold) tight (tight), I'd be right over Freezin but this situation made the night colder Knew this was the night (that what?) that she played poker With some friends in a club at the boat gettin bub' Said she seen these thugs on the boat for a while (uhh) Not gamblin but every now and then they'd smile Then BLAOW! They had(?) Mag's And told everybody, "Put your shit in the bag" Made people strip naked, quicker than a Luke record (what?) Had the place took in a minute and some seconds Asked her how many of it was em? (How many of it was em?) Said she couldn't remember She was spooked and buzzin, couldn't describe em Cause it happened too fast (what?) said they looked like me With they pants hangin off they ass Got her some water - and begin to think How these niggaz take her wig, her bracelet and her mink? Somebody round the crib know the deal (uhh) Whoever did it better have Blue Shield for real Cause yo, it's the big payback. {*cuts n scratches*, Com ad-libs} (Common) Later that day I went to the 'shop, to see what was up Them niggaz probably knew somethin plus I needed a cut Walked in they was playin Jigga (jihh-gga.) Discussin how Da Brat titties done got bigger These niggaz next to me, was talkin bout the heist Whoever did it even got Jordan for his ice Said that it was done so precise the cops ain't know nut-nin Had to use all my might not to ask no questions Put down the magazine, went to the pop machine Noticin these cats, had the Bling Bling They wouldn't be talkin if they did it; it could be they team A week ago neither one of these niggaz had a ring This Hype(?) came in, sellin CD's; said the BD's Was braggin bout robbery they had done By now, I'm thinkin bout my gun if I see gramps bracelet I'ma play racist (and what?) and make niggaz run It's the big payback. {*cuts n scratches*, Com ad-libs} (Common) My imagination roamed as I got in the chair Thinkin - when shit went down, I was I was there F**kin with fam' - who you are, I don't care Have your guys pourin liquor witch'ya name in they swear These chicks claim they was there, knew the niggaz who done it Said it was Smoke and them from the Wild 100's Eight million stories got me runnin in place, it's gettin tricky (Like who?) like dude, that do drum'n'bass There was a air in the place, that made me suspicious Normally, they'd be talkin like bitches My barber cut me with a quickness (what?) Asked him where he got the new bracelet; He said it was his sister's - I knew then What made it official, he gave me my change The money clip had gramp's initials (c'mon) As I, whooped his ass up, six niggaz masked up Pulled up in a Cadillac truck {*gunfire*} (Police scanner) . Three-alarm fire? and a possible homicide The building is entitled "The Ultimate Barbershop" There are six unidentified bodies in the building They are all presumed dead I repeat they are all presumed dead However there are no suspects I repeat the subjects are at large We might need some backup. Inform O'Malley that we need backup, over. The skit definitely needs more? added to it Plus a new writer for the script, thank you. Someone get Prince Paul on the phone please.