Lyrical Breakdown of Right Above it - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Right Above 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 "Right Above 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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Kane is in the building, nigga Yeah, and she keep telling me, "You know you the shit" Ladies, throw your hands up, that's if you the shit Walk up in the club and they knew I was the shit Shitting on everybody that's up in this bitch Yeah, yeah, you know you the shit, you the shit That's the type of shit you do, you know You know you the shit, you the shit That's the type of shit you do when you the shit, you know You know you the shit, you know you the shit, haha, nice I know I'm the shit Pledge allegiance to the shit, hands where your hearts are Matter of fact, salute the shit, hands where your parts are Still make a fucking movie, girls know what their parts are I get brain in the whip, who needs a smart car? Call me when it's real beef, fuck all of this tar tar Niggas don't touch keys 'cept for when they start cars They just talking out their ass, those are fart bars I bring the toast to wherever you Pop-Tarts are Play with Funeral, get your ass buried You should shut your fruity ass up, raspberry Just got that Rolls Royce, so this black man Got bitches chasing the Ghost, Ms. Pac-Man I know y'all listening, I trace all taps I'm buying Audemars to match my baseball caps White and navy joint, let's watch the Yankees I'm getting big deposits, you getting bank fees You little niggas just remember that you ain't me Write your award speech, don't forget to thank me Yeah, and what am I to do now? They trying to be me on wax, these fucking Madame Tussauds (Nice) And you know I'm the shit And you know it don't matter what you think about a bitch 'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me Ladies asking questions like, "Trigga, one night, please" Ain't nobody getting married, but I am the best man I will be the greatest, I can accept nothing less than I had eight of 'em, and that's just in this section They all swallow and gobble, call it digestion Women dance on my sack, call the dick Onyx The shit read lips 'til it's hooked on vomit I'ma brag on your shawty, you know I probably had her I'm a born star, porn star, she's a ghetto-gagger Rocking platinum, I never got the plaque Still I drop thirty grand up at Saks, uh I made it out, nigga, you know how the hood be I got the game sewed up like some good weed You got it all fucked up like a lace front I got the girls getting low like a bass drum I'm on some rich shit, you on a bitch trip Grab your purse, nigga, get your lipstick I'm such a dickhead, they call me arrogant One question, what the fuck you staring at? I'm the shit, boy, you can ask your homegirl I'ma hold yours, that's until I get my own girl And you know I'm the shit And you know it don't matter what you think about a bitch 'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me Ladies asking questions like, "Trigga, one night, please" I made 'em a believer, now my head big, Gina Like 'em with they ass big, Trina Beat it up in private and they like it, so I'm Iking, call 'em Tina Me, her, and her girlfriend, they dyking, have you seen 'em? I swear I'm doper than these motherfuckers realize Hit the club all black like Seal eyes I am hell on earth, I'm trying to live in heaven Come fly with me, MJ 2K11 Look in the mirror and it's clearer than it has been I talk shit to the homie like he my glass twin I say don't let them get ahead of me They want them instead of me, but I'm so much better, ayy You know how it better be I'ma sail past niggas, cruise to a better sea Same light, same night, but I'm in a better V Plus my ho hotter than a Huxtable sweater be And she talk dirty like a throwaway Beretta be Now come and fuck with him And if you don't really, I don't give a fuck, nigga, I'm on So catch me if you can And if you ain't know, I don't really give a damn Shout to all the girls in the club shaking asses Shout out to the hood and the furniture was plastic Now we carry wads of the cash in the plastic I got this whole shit mastered Ayy, and you know I'm the shit And you know it don't matter what you think about a bitch 'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me Ladies asking questions like, "Trigga, one night, please" Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me Ladies asking questions like, "Trigga, one night, please"