Lyrical Breakdown of B.E.T - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "B.E.T" 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 "B.E.T" 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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Chrome thing on me, chrome on the Lotus
I don't trust a motherfucking soul, and you know this
Cause all these niggas be having is ulterior motives
It be the ones closest to you that hit you the lowest
That's why you gotta watch niggas like B.E.T
Little stupid niggas, they ain't got their G.E.D
But they'll do anything for a fee
And damn near anything for a key
Yeah, so I keep em in my rearview
You acting like you ready to die
Be prepared to
They gonna think you had a deal with Nike, I'm air you
Coming through, knocking that Black Rob
I dare you, yeah
I'll send flowers to your wake
I'll park a hundred and six bullets in your face
I got a bunch of Rocsi's and Frees with me
I even gotta watch the niggas that be with me
Gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
Friends at a distance, enemies close
Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most
You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
You keep your gun every day, I got my G.E.D
Everything's believable, anything's possible
Don't take it from me, ask the niggas in the hospital
You holding up your right hand on the stand
And then you put your right hand in the can
Friends like that, who needs enemies?
I'm fucking successful, it do breed enemies
Talking all that fly shit lead to gunplay
Tear your ass apart, rip the runway
I ain't with none of the sucker shit that they be with
Want you to pick em up all the time, that's baby shit
That's why when I breeze past, I'm with a broad
That reminds you of Free's ass at the Awards
My advice? Get your money, don't let it change you
And don't trust shit -- even the devil was an angel