Lyrical Breakdown of Fire (Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Fire (Remix)" 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 "Fire (Remix)" 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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Let me just make this statement (whoo)
Loud and clear, Jersey's here
Hey, Joey, Triangle Offense do it like (whoa)
Whoo (yeah), whoo (yeah), whoo (yeah), whoo (yeah)
Whoo (yeah), whoo (yeah), whoo (yeah), whoo (yeah)
Whoo (yeah), whoo (yeah), whoo (yeah), whoo (yeah)
Whoo (yeah), whoo (yeah), whoo (yeah), whoo (yeah)
Maybe it's the veinte deuces, the twin Jesuses
With diamonds in them that's clearer than Grey Goose is (yeah)
Maybe 'cause I'm in a roofless (coupe)
Or the hypno I put in they juices (oops)
I'm the Joe Millionaire of rap
And one of these chicks is gonna get picked and gonna get dicked
I'm all that and then some, y'all cats have been bums
That's pocket change, you call that an income?
Tell the way I walk that I'm doin' my thing (uh-huh)
A lot a niggas talk but ain't doin' a thing (uh-uh)
Whatever come in the fall, I do in the spring
See I told y'all I'm doin' my thing
And I'm winnin' by a landslide (whoa), damn right (whoa)
Don't you see the way they point at this man's ride?
Now, look at here, I took it there
I'ma make this statement loud and clear, Brooklyn's here
That fire (whoa), problems in the club, reach for that snub
Look, dog, it's on fire, that's when you turn it up
You wanna burn it up, come deal with them riders
Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip
You 'bout to see fire, when it all hits the wire
We gon' light it on fire (oh, oh, oh)
(We gon' do it like)
We gon' light it on fire (we gon' do it like, Triangle Offense, daddy, Cain)
We gon' light it on fire
(I know you got somethin' more, don't even hold back)
We gon' light it on fire (uh, whoa, uh, we gon' do it like, uh, yeah, get 'em)
It's the kid with the white and the canary cross (yeah)
Bracelets to match, diamonds clear, floss
Convertible hard top in a Carrera Porsche (Cain)
I'm young but I'm damn near a boss
And of course, your boy ride with a thing in the stash box (yep)
Quick to hit the button, even quicker to blast shots
Nobody gon' eat, 'less we see chips
This not even funny, not the way we freak chicks (yeah)
My waves make ladies seasick
I'm So So Def like a JD remix
I got enough (yeah) whips to keep switchin' up flavors
Drafted outta high school, straight into the majors
These haters, fake smiles, but they hardly like me
They hate to see me in a party icy
Clean white T, sippin' on Bacardi lightly
Suede low-cut Force One, caramel Nikes (goin' hard)
That fire, problems in the club, reach for that snub
Look, dog, it's on fire, that's when you turn it up
You wanna burn it up, come deal with them riders (oh)
Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip
You 'bout to see fire, when it all hits the wire
We gon' light it on fire (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We gon' light it on fire (yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah), whoa (yeah, yeah)
I got a plan for you, amp it up with Jersey's answer
The chancellor standin' up since him and his man is tough
Blam-blam, that's what the hammer does
Can't jam, son, it's the new handgun with the cameras (y'all know)
You pop lip like you got shit
That's a minor congestion, you not sick
Now you wanna call names like 2Pac did
Homeboy, here's a few Glock clips
Still Junior like Lou' Gossett
Joey right back on
Overcharge New York to cut the lights back on
Before Bloomberg could come get me, y'all
I send the goons that make bad things happen in city hall, all
K's spray cats, we don't play that
Shit, I just always wanted to say that (and I)
Can't stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gunshot
Make your lungs stop, breathe easy
That fire, problems in the club, reach for that snub
Look, dog, it's on fire, that's when you turn it up
You wanna burn it up, come deal with them riders
Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip
You 'bout to see fire, when it all hits the wire (whoa)
We gon' light it on fire
We gon' light it on fire
We gon' light it on fire (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We gon' light it on fire (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We gon' light it on fire
Yeah, we gon' do it like, ooh, ay!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (everybody), yeah (whoa)
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Whoo, whoo, whoo (everybody), whoo!
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Whoo, whoo (everybody, oh!)
Whoo (yeah), whoo (yeah), whoo (yeah), whoo! (Yeah)
Whoo (yeah), whoo (yeah), whoo (yeah), whoo! (Yeah)
Whoo (yeah), whoo (yeah), whoo (yeah), whoo! (Yeah)
Whoo (yeah), whoo (yeah), whoo (yeah, yeah)