Lyrical Breakdown of The Bitch In Yoo - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Bitch In Yoo" 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 "The Bitch In Yoo" 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.
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Hey Shay, I gotta take 'em on from here There's only one and that's me, you understand For all that fightin', you understand This sucker think he good, this sucker think he can whoop me And I know he can't whoop me I- Ayy boy, the nigga whole style is chumped (for your nation) You understand (yeah, for your nation) Then he comes to me (yeah, for your nation) One, two, yeah (yeah, for your nation) Common due, yeah (yeah, for your nation) For sure, ha, common sense, yeah (yeah, for your nation) Southside, yeah, niggas (yeah, for your nation) The outside, yeah (yeah, for your nation) And busted out Chi town (yeah) A bitch nigga with an attitude named Cube Step to the Com with a feud Now what the fuck I look like dissing a whole coast You ain't made shit dope since AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted decease from the Midwest to the East On the dick of the East for your first release Your lease is up at the crib house niggas get evicted And videos with white boys talking you get Wicked Natural Born Killa, nigga you natural-born God Read, rich, got the nerve to say you rob Hypocrite, I'm filling out your Death Certificate Slanging bean pies and St Ide's in the same sentence Shoulda repented, on the 16th of October Get some beats besides George Clinton to rock over Rap career is over, better off acting What trouble I see, you're managing WC and Wack 10 You backed in to a four corner hustla Lying on your dick, said you was fuckin' her Use Higher Learning, don't take my words out of text Went from gangsta to Islam to the dick of Das EFX It'll take the Nation of Millions to Hold Me Back From giving you mouth shots or hit with the pipe that Ralph got When sucker ain't around, it's your Friday, it was good I wasn't salty, she was with the Boyz N the Hood I see the bitch in you when you don't speak your mind The bitch in you, looking me in my eyes lyin' I see the bitch in you, to be hard you tryin' The bitch in you, it's coming out (Bitch) (Bitch) (Bitch) The up on this rap shit, Cube, I'm calling out I break in and smack niggas that's in the Slaughterhouse This ain't no East coast, West coast, none of the above I'm from Chi, I went to Cali (yo what?), niggas gave me love There's a thin line between the fake and the real Grafted ass nigga, I see through your Glass Shield Had skills once upon a time on this project, yo I'ma have to wreck a Ho'shea I heard a ho say you her favorite rapper (So what) so I had to slap her, ugh And violate you (you), a Muslim drinking brew (brew) Your nigga ain't no Mack 10, he's a 22 I seen you (Mack 10), you ain't say shit to ATL Cube, I like that diamond charm, I might cuff it, then sell It out, like you sold Kam and Threat A year ago, you wasn't talking shit about the West Guess you knew your shit was done plus the one got you cable Hoo Bangin, you ain't banging shit but the table And the Circle Madd, ain't got no choice but to fight (come on) Ain't none of y'all muthafuckas got a chance on the mic Anytime you come out, yo, I'ma talk about you Until you let that bitch in you, walk up out you Any last words before I hit the switch From the immortal words of one, a bitch is a- (For your nation, yeah, for your nation) I see the bitch in you when you don't speak your mind The bitch in you, looking me in my eyes lyin' I see the bitch in you, to be hard you tryin' The bitch in you, for sure, it's coming out (Bitch) (Bitch) (Bitch) (Bitch) (Bitch) That's how the Eastside gets down word out!