Lyrical Breakdown of Back to Do the Damn Thing - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Fabolous weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Back to Do the Damn Thing" 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 Fabolous 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 Fabolous's narrative.

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Just keeps callin me man Just keeps callin me Im hooked Im back to do the damn thing Feel like the ex champ back in the title fight The young contenders are lookin at me in idol light Fresh taper, waves lookin title tight Yea I'm in the building, like a Corey Lidal flight I'm married to the streets, this is my recital right I got the Phantom drop dressed up bridal white Hehe, you know them doors are suicidal right? Sorta like they slit your wrists when I'm tryin to sit your miss Nigga picture this, like a Kodak moment I'm off the bullshit, 'bout to go back on it And I ain't hard to find, bet ya Lojack on it Call it corn row roof, cause it go back don't it? I gotta get it now, ain't no pinchin plan rappin Fuck bein friends, save me the hand dappin Understand captain, you'll be under land nappin If you keep thinkin that it can't when it can happen Ask Scarface, faster than a car chase At ya grandma's place, lettin AR's waste Sports Coupe, not too much car space The trunk look like Desperados guitar case If you say a thing wrong, I won't let it string long All I gotta do is push the button like ding-dong I don't play the back and forth game 'less it's ping-pong Mike Tyson flow, so I ain't in the ring long Nigga you ain't King Kong, thinkin that you bit shit You gon have your man sick, someone sing his theme song My nigga Freck plugged me in with this Beijing joint So hot, she play Alaskan with a string thong Real delicate, I just call her China Set Fendi fur, Gucci gators, guess she like designer pets She saw a few things, that get her vagina wet SF, G4, and it's not a niners jet But check the body drop, baby boy shittin But it's just sittin, so it's like I made a potty stop It's like karate chops, we be breakin bricks down Cocaine tour, I been through six towns Open with crack as the openin act Heroin headliner, stage name China (What you call that?!) That's what you call a trap star I could get the kingpin charged for these rap bars That's right nigga, we still do this shit Man on the street tip too man, we touch things Knah mean like the body shop we touch shit up man Get this shit movin man, it's Loso Big shout to that Street Fam, what it look like y'all? What's goin on Brooklyn? It's your boy, I'm back man We got Brooklyn lookin better than ever now man These niggas can't fuck around man I'm back to do the damn thing