Lyrical Breakdown of Imma Do It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Imma Do It" 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 "Imma Do It" 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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The block got my back, and my boys do too And my baby mama trippin' said she need more loot Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef I got a heater on my lap, and another in the back See how I'm suppposed to cope with all this stress on me Everybody and their mama callin fed's on me I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a do it (I'm a do it) Look I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a do it (I'm a do it) I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop, (drop) Yeah Feelin' just like JFK in the city that let em fly like JFK (Ayye) Sometimes LaGaurdia I ain't gone lie to ya If looks could kill then my style might body ya That's why I'm with Nadia I call my gun Nadia When she say hi to ya it's buh buh bye to ya Make it sound like Saudia Arabia, maybe the haters should watch what he say to her you think I can hold my head high and die or I can live and duck My attitude is celibate I don't give a fuck The block got my back, and my boys do too And my baby mama trippin' said she need more loot Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef I got a heater on my lap, and another in the back See how I'm suppposed to cope with all this stress on me Everybody and their mama callin fed's on me I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a do it (I'm a do it) Look I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a do it (I'm a do it) I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop, (drop) Yeah Now who are you to tell me how to conduct myself Why don't you go practice safe sex and go fuck yourself The rumor is that I'm a hazard to a sucka's health I coulda told you that, yeah I coulda told you that Picture me not flop where is them explosives at? Right here on my lap That's where my composure's at I'm back like a gun cock I'm so cool that if I go to hell all I need is my sun block Nigga hold ya high and die or live and duck My attitude is celibate I don't give a fuck The block got my back, and my boys do too And my baby mama trippin' said she need more loot Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef I got a heater on my lap, and another in the back See how I'm suppposed to cope with all this stress on me Everybody and their mama callin fed's on me I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a do it (I'm a do it) Look I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a do it (I'm a do it) I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop, (drop) I mean let's be honest you never liked a nigga Tryin to live beyond this so I kept the strap on Clap on, clap off lights out like flights out You could be departed Never me who started I Lambo Gallarded I am vehically challenged That means the car is retarded But regardless I'm "Tin Man" heartless No love, if son lookin' for love Get a show on VH1 Nigga hold ya high and die or live and duck My attitude is Virgin Still don't give a fuck The block got my back, and my boys do too And my baby mama trippin' said she need more loot Every block, every hood, every ghetto got beef I got a heater on my lap, and another in the back See how I'm suppposed to cope with all this stress on me Everybody and their mama callin fed's on me I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a do it (I'm a do it) Look I don't know what I'm a do but I'm a do it (I'm a do it) I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop, (drop)