Lyrical Breakdown of Freestyle With Remy Martin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Freestyle With Remy Martin" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Fat Joe weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Freestyle With Remy Martin" 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 Fat Joe 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 Fat Joe's narrative.
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Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck? Terror Squad
All we do is battle
What, what, what, what?
Yo, it's the cream shatterer, strictly for cream team battler
Ring rattling, microphone fiends gleam splatterer
King of the throne, bringing it home, five nights
Up in The Source, five mics, whipping a Porsche, high price
Bumping the '97, rhyme heaven, her voice is mind-bending
Imagine the Angie, nothing but panties in my 911
That's what I'm repping, the thug, second to glove
Step in the mud with less than a SCUD, I'm splitting your rug
It's just I'm in love with Mrs. Martinez
Latin goddess of Venus, who just happened to give me the hardest
You wanna see us apart, you're chasing the dart
Long as she won the battle, she got a place in my heart
All of a sudden, the big question is
Yo, who this bitch, reminisce
Is she really thorough, and what borough do she represent?
Do Remy write every line in every rhyme that she spit?
Is she really the shit? Is her flow really sick?
Get off my dick, keep your sorry-ass compliments
I get mad quick, y'all know Remy ain't got no sense
Bitch, don't try to play me, because you not a player
Believe me, you don't really wanna see my gangsta
It's easy to cock back and smack the shit out a ho
Had to leave niggas bleeding just so we could get our dough
They get me heated, that's why I wild out for no reason
On the Bruckner, like fuck it, getting weeded and speeded
I'm untouchable, nigga, I ain't never have love for you niggas
'Cause y'all pussy, that's why I ain't never fuck with you niggas
Motherfuckers is scandal, on the Avenue of Randall
Don't slip into some shit you and your clique can't really handle
I ain't having it, get the cash out the cabinet
Before I stab the bastard baby in the bassinet
I'll body a body, boy, blow his gut open
Leave son choking, gun still smoking
Know how many niggas like, "I bet you Pun wrote it"
Y'all can all take a dirty dildo and deep throat it