Lyrical Breakdown of Hands In The Air (feat. Mystikal) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hands In The Air (feat. Mystikal)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Da Brat feat. Mystikal weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hands In The Air (feat. Mystikal)" 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 feat. Mystikal 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 Da Brat feat. Mystikal's narrative.

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(Da Brat) Niggas always watchin me (funky!) But I want em to keep on watchin me I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!) I always feel like Somebody's watchin me, watchin me Could it be the way I'm still tight? Niggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me The, whole world got too much money for me To not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe Rock harder than the one from So-So I never go broke broke I keep comin with the vocals that make most know Why the fuck I boast, boast and brag Why should I look sad that I got some loot now? In fact, I knew how Watch when I back the Coupe out Can niggas just troop out The same way they do when I show you Brat With a little bit of boobs out And her big ass protrude out Get the news out Some of you bitches lose out When the sexiness ooze out Like orgasms, I'm the best at this Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites You gotta pay a bitch Cause I be stayin rich I ain't quittin, quittin Way before "Funkdafied" I was spittin, spittin (Chorus) Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care This fo niggas and bitches everywhere Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on Em And make em say, say Hands in the air, from side to side Forever im high, high Together we ride, ride I'm never too tired To get that paper, baby (Da Brat) If y'all wanna see me, see me Im give y'all somethin to look look at Make a nigga neck turn turn for Brat Burn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still Sag It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, Wagon I ain't lackin lackin on shit Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes That fit fit I'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie Roll Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow Slow Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks See you when I shine, I glow, glow From the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4 And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you Some of the ones run I can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump Stay out the way when I come come It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh And put a hump in ya back If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat (Chorus) (Mystikal) I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on The track You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that The bass dont thump, we spit on crap That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat Everytime that shit come out, I toss it back and I slap I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap (?)Test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?) Niggas say, "I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da Brat!" Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper Still smoke a nigga under the table Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the Phrases Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth And ya head out ya ass And keep ya nose out my buisness And I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get MAD! I put em in the trash bag Twist tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday I kick em in they raggely ass Take money from em and you know I better get Some I know it ain't fair But I smoke with alligators and I wrestle with bears Throw ya hands in the air As high as you can, and leave them bitches there! (Chorus 2x, fade out)