Lyrical Breakdown of Mic Check - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how E-40 weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Mic Check" 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 E-40 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 E-40's narrative.

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Testing testing one two Te testing testing one two Testing testing one two Te testing testing one two Muthafuckas dont understand how we do it check game I take a slow beat, and do a fast rap I'm not a mark simp trick or a punk sap I bust the lyrics so quick you must admit my rhymes on hit You know that nigga from the click The one that be talkin all that shit So take a puff of the potent dank While I make yo ass thank Then go mobbin through the town on a full tank Crank up the beat Voicetress, make that shit throb Stick yo head out the window and say whats up sahob I take a slow beat, and bust a slow rhyme You see the motherfuckin dank will do it all the time It gets me in the mood (in the mood) that is so relaxed Stalking with gen and then I gotta tax So now I'm on baby with the top down Reload pound, call Legit a cock hound And I'm looking for a bitch that's known foe I heard she could blow, I wanna her at my studio That's right, fool its the calvary So dont be mad at thee We spittin that good stuff on the mic for a salary My name is E-40 and I'm known as a hill billy Straight from the Hillside of the V I'm having money I got my feddi on I'm popping con Just to fuck with your dome, like right about now You should be saying "dude kinda tight though" But let me hush before I start up a fight you know As far as funk man I think you autta not (autta what?) Even attempt to run up you'll get taught (that's right) By some chitterling eating hog maw Niggas that be beating down fools putting suckers to sleep We walks around stage looking heck of Humongous Rappers step up and get pilled like a sun kiss We them fools that you've been hearing about The Click The word on the streets is that we comin up too quick Some might think I'm slanging yola, icecream, candy see but They done fucked around and let us blacks make money legally Now it's gotten to the point to where its really uncontrollable 40 takes advantage of the rap game gullible Testing testing one two Te testing testing one two Testing testing one two Te testing testing one two I take a slow beat, like I did at first Cuz I'm still with the bitch in the first verse She's down on her knees, and I'm on the dank I would stop pluggin but you know I can't (can't) Never been down with O.P.P without money So hear this shit here honey I know you got mail, it's close to the first You should have a fat ass knot in your purse (that's right) So once you start nuttin get a Jackson Then for me, you always get action And fuck a tore up ass hoochie with a withered ass coochie See a nigga in boosey, then wanna give up the pussy (heyyy) I tell a bitch in a minute check game ho I'm po And I ain't got no motherfuckin cash flow (that's right) Never would furnish a ho, ride her around in some limo's And buy her things that contempo Fuck that, that ain't my forte That there part of the game, I dont play Tweek off my tounge rolling up zags getting twisted The form of speach that I be spittin is unlisted I fucks with game unposted timex Carlos Rossi I got??? bank but unlike Ted Dibiase I'm not a nothing ass nigga, just down for my riches I wairs big Britches, dont hang around snitches Serious about my motherfucking capital (capital) Oozy wipping those who take me practical You know He a fool with that one C-L-I-C-K in this motherfucka (testing testing one two) E-40 alias Mr Flamboyant (Testing testing one two) 1992 Magazine street my sahobs, wassup hillside (testing testing one two)