Lyrical Breakdown of Real Nigga Quotes - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Real Nigga Quotes" 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 "Real Nigga Quotes" 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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One two, one two, one two
Yo, I be the Big Illinois, here to build and destroy
I come on your deck, on your set
On your strip, through your borough
Rippin' any muthafucka that steps towards me
Yeah, I got power like floors be, yo, check it out y'all
Real nigga quotes I tote, got some shit on the free
But this some shit that I wrote, legendary like The Goat
Who got game? Giving a quarter rest while I make these quarter notes
My album, niggaz was expectin', now my water broke
Before it, I was sorta broke
Get the paper for the funnies, sports and the horoscope
On a curry goat, like flu stokes order coke
You sharp with your rings and chain but you short a rope
At the end of the road trip still, I'ma hold shit down like syndrome
Rappers are like Fox Brown tryin' to get home
Rarely get your touchdown, I'm in the end zone
You can't honor what I'm on, then bitch nigga, get gone
From the wind storm, I've been told the street folklore
Body language spoke raw, don't talk to broads that are spoke for
That provokes war, stand out like cold sores
You claim that you hard but you whole core
George Bush and CIA, you movin' old or
I Wright like Richard for publishing while you sold yours
Com got rhymes, Dug make beats
Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet
(On the real)
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
(Down on the real to real)
Chicka-chicka-M-chicka-C-chicka-M and my
People call me Com and collective with prospective
I draw crowds, go off like car alarm sounds
Bomb like 'Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to calm down
Unless you want to get me skull, askin' me to take my hat off
On ill raps, I spit as if I had a bad cough
This Craig nigga stole a style and ain't take the tag off
Playin' yourself, you can't come with it, so you jack off
More heart than an artery, jones in my bones
To see thugs in harmony, it's gonna be some drama
If you try to sit Com down, this ain't comedy
Shit is real like a station property, crew is formin' colonies
Commonly, I hear these rats thinkin' they mahogany
On every rap hook, soundin' like a dog to me
In a reservoir, I flow and go
On and on like Erykah or etcetera
Designated not to make hits but hit home
Out of proportion, hit makers get blown
(On the real)
Com got rhymes, Dug make beats
Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet
(On the real)
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
(Down on the real to real)
R and B studs kill me with they hardcore ballads
Love songs is violent, them niggaz whole style is silent
I hate to Staple the singers together, but in my head
It's been ringin' forever and a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye
Where all you singers booty this and freak me, baby, it gets me
MC's be insecure, like them little hoe niggaz Immature
Wearin' bobs, if I got a show in your town, I'm there with mob
Bukein niggaz and pullin' broads is the apparent job
(On the real)
Com got rhymes, Dug make beats
Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet
(On the real)
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
(Down on the real to real)
Com got rhymes, Dug make beats
Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet
(On the real)
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
You know the shit be real
(Down on the real to real)
Don't front