Lyrical Breakdown of 'Bout My Paper ft. Mystikal - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "'Bout My Paper ft. Mystikal" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Foxy Brown weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "'Bout My Paper ft. Mystikal" 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 Foxy Brown 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 Foxy Brown's narrative.

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Now... fuckin chips... (I told you) Scrilla, my issue... my chips If it ain't about my paper, then bitch don't call me Cause I'm about my motherfuckin business, kill that talkin If you ain't got no motherfuckin confrontation, then keep on walkin Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for When you came here, put your hands up Let's get this motherfuckin started Who can talk about that money better than me? Who can stay so hood, femininely? Who stay on 5th Ave, spendin them G's? Who's just as controversial as Eminem be? F-O-X-Y, East Coast, Westside Who the fuck really wanna come test I? Don't start no shit tonight You know them gangsta Brooklyn niggas is quick to fight But we 'bout our dough, you know how that go You know Brown come through with the hot ass flow And go straight at them, quickly go platinum Still cocky, wrist still rocky, real chunky Niggas still want me, still tourin and shoppin in every country Fox, Pooh and Pretty run this city, yeah If it ain't about my paper, then bitch don't call me Cause I'm about my motherfuckin business, kill that talkin If you ain't got no motherfuckin confrontation, then keep on walkin Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for When you came here, put your hands up Let's get this motherfuckin started I came to take my dick out, look out If you ain't about that suckin, fuckin Smokin, drinkin then hooker get out And I ain't come here for no foolishness I'm cute as Lil' Bow Wow but throw bows like Ludacris Let me through here, let me bust somethin, let me do this shit Gold rims in the booth, ain't no fuckin goop in this Passport when the pen on the pad You gotta fuck with me right now cause bitch I'm the man Dropped the twelve bar, B's on Bitch I'm loaded so don't ask me about no motherfuckin weed aroma Yeah I'm Grammy-nominated Win or lose since James Brown ain't been this animated Bitch I thought I told you I'm the rappin Ray Lewis, nigga I'll fold you That's how these niggas get they shit knocked out For fuckin with Mystikal and the chick Fox Brown If it ain't about my paper, then bitch don't call me Cause I'm about my motherfuckin business, kill that talkin If you ain't got no motherfuckin confrontation, then keep on walkin Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for When you came here, put your hands up Let's get this motherfuckin started Fox is back, watch yourself Show me what you... Fox is back Without that cash the fuck I'm gainin? Stop your complainin When rappers fade, Fox is remainin If you shoot just watch where you're aimin This is real, it's not entertainment The same way I ball I could quickly fall But nah, I'm still here, 'til I retire With them chrome thangs fillin my tires To my niggas in the slammer, which I'll stiff hammer Ain't nothin changed, titties still bananas Still slim, still the prettiest rap broad No bra, nipples still hard, yeah The pearl strings and Belvedere How the fuck that little bitch do that there? If it ain't about my paper, then bitch don't call me Cause I'm about my motherfuckin business, kill that talkin If you ain't got no motherfuckin confrontation, then keep on walkin Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for When you came here, put your hands up Let's get this motherfuckin started