Lyrical Breakdown of I'm Raw - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I'm Raw" 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 "I'm Raw" 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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Bitch I'm raw
So hearing that any nigga out cook me
Is suspect as R. Kelly with girl scout cookies
When u talking to a pro watch ya mouth rookie
Go in ya shit have ya teeth playin' mouth hookie
Nice, you niggas must of heard me wrong
I blame them horses when I turn that Porche turby on (vrrrrm)
My engine gettin' his Kentucky derby on
Seats is brunette, paint is dirty blonde
Speaking of dirty blonde, say hi to curvy don, Fergie John
With the body movement of a turbion
I just watch ha, it's been a hectic year, so I sit and get fried
Call the weed electric chair
But ya'll on death row, one request left
You lookin' for ya girl oh she just left
Her and my dick just became BFFs
Then I threw her out like jazzy J. E.F.F
I'm raw dawg, ya'll safe sex
You dicks belong in latex not tape decks
You can't see me
Neither can the flunkies under you
My shit bananas, like a monkey number 2
I'm bigger than that
More like guerrillai though
Nick name funeral got that from ths killer flow
Everything's still a go, my pockets be extra fat
Big money on deck like A Rods next to bat
Shit
Somebody contact the tabloids
I'm a big deal like a contract from bad boy
Yeah, it's all good baby baby
My swag plays a big part so it's all gravy
We hit the club like Nino in the C.M.B
Pretty mixed bitch I just call ha P.M.B
Watch ya step baby gettin' out that G.M.C
You bust yo ass girl we both gon be on T.M.Z
Don't be shy let them cameras expose you
The worst that can happen is I Amber Rose you
People running up like damn I knows you
Hey ain't you? yeah I am that bitch
6 feet deep nigga, yeah I am that ditch
Throw it in the bag in a recession, I am that rich
I'm under close watch niggas got binoculars
I ain't what's poppin' bitch, I'm what's popular
If I'm the one to go at, niggas what's stopping ya
I call my gun Nadia, and I be finger poppin' ha
Keep that bitch comming like blakka blakka
Go to ya head like a shot of vodka
Rock a sick fit call a doctor partner
You think I had a Gucci deal Waka Flocka
Yeah I am too fuckin' raw
Yeah you heard me I am too fuckin' raw
(Raw, raw, raw, raw, raw, raw)