Lyrical Breakdown of Bitch in Yoo - Common - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how De La Soul weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bitch in Yoo - Common" 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 De La Soul employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Common! Yeah, yeah!
Common! One two, one two!
Common! Pump this shit up!
Common! Y'all know Cube in this?
Common! Y'all say where my nigga at?
I'm Common! Where my nigga at?!
Up front! Up front! Y'all niggas!
I'm Common! You want that nigga that tried to diss U-Fool? Come on!
A bitch nigga with an attitude named Cube (who? What?)
Tried to step to the Com with a feud (what? What?)
Now what the fuck I look like dissing a whole coast?
You ain't made shit dope since America's most (woo!)
Wanted deceased from the Midwest to the East
Or the dick of the East for your first release
Your lease is up at the crib, house niggas get evicted (word up!)
In videos with white stars talkin' you get wicked (yeah!)
Natural Born Killer? (You a natural born God!)
Read, rich, got the nerve to say you rob (yeah, yeah!)
Hypocrite, I'm fillin' out your death certificate
Slangin' bean pies and St. Ide's in the same sentence (uh-huh)
Shoulda repented on the 16th of October (what?)
Get some beats besides George Clinton to rock over (to rock over!)
Rap career is over, better off acting
Oh what trouble I see, and managing WC and Wack Ten
Back then you a four corner hustler
Lyin' on your dick, said you was fucking her, use higher learning (what?)
Don't take my words out of text
Went from gangsta to Islam to the dick of Das EFX (to Das EFX!)
It'll take the Nation of Millions to hold me back
From giving you mouth shots or hit with the pipe Ralph got
Chris Tucker ain't around, it's your Friday, it was good
I wasn't salty she was with the- (see the chorus!)
I need the bitch in ya (I see the bitch in ya)
When you don't speak your mind (I see the bitch in ya)
Lookin' me in my eyes lyin' (I see the bitch in ya)
Ain't got your own you in mind (I see the bitch in ya)
It's comin' out cha! (Yeah!)