Lyrical Breakdown of Funkdafied - Single Version - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Da Brat weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Funkdafied - Single Version" 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 Da Brat employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Baptized in the funk Yeah, so funkdafied So let's take a ride with the Brat, tat, tat tat, on that ass So, so, so funkdafied So, so, so funkdafied Open up, open up And let the funk flow in From this nigga name J and his new found friend I'm hittin' switches like Eric on the solo creep For yo jeep it's the B.R.A.T Puttin' the dip in your hip from right to left It's the ghetto ass bitch and I'm so so Def Nigga that's my click, nigga that's who I rolls with And we kicks nothing but the fat shit Them calls me the funkdafied, funkalistic, vocalistic With the real shit, we got the shit you can't funk with (Why?) Because we so funkdafied (Why?) We make you move from side to side Well, it's da G-H da E-T-T-O, nigga Brat and J.D. comin' like that big baby So lay back and listen as I catch up on my pimpin' And freak this duet just like Ashford and Simpson 'Cause I'm so, so, so funkdafied So, so, so funkdafied So, so, so funkdafied So, so, so funkdafied Puttin' it down (puttin' it down) ain't no thang to me And ain't too many hoes that can hang with me It's like that and as a matter of fact When it comes the Brat tat-tat-tat I got the shit to make your neck snap back Meaning I got the shit that a get'cha bent Tear the roof off this mutha like Parliament I'm on a roll In Control like Janet, dammit Brat, you're the funk bandit and they can't handle it I know, that's why I keep hittin' 'em with this grammar Lettin' niggas know that I'm the real mama jama Straight to the head like a chronic sack I pass the mic to the Brat And yo I passed it back Well, a sistas and fellas It's time to get your groove on I provide the funkdafied sounds that make yo move, homes Breaking these fools off proper like It's S-O S-O D-E-F dynamite Humunah, humunah, comin' up at cha like Ralph K And since this ain't no honeymoon, I'm here to stay And the way we comin' at cha Baby we can't miss There's a new Tag Team in town Nigga, whoomp, there it is So, so, so funkdafied So, so, so funkadfied So, so, so funkadfied So, so, so funkdafied