Lyrical Breakdown of Tables will turn (ft. babycharm) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tables will turn (ft. babycharm)" 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 "Tables will turn (ft. babycharm)" 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.
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Wagwan! What's poppin' Baby Cham, fox brown Fox brown, baby Cham Ugh, Kingston, Brooklyn, what! Dave Kelly, can't stop this, we did it again What? What? Uh! Hy-yah! How many times i gotta let y'all bitches know I'm Why, so many b- wanna take my flow I'm Too hot, too dope, flow like that pink cris and Mimosa Who the f- dope-ah? (Ehh!) Niggas wanna run up in my spots and Every n- wanna pull off on my frock and Me and cham do that yard-hip hop and Y'all can't fuck with us, we keep niggas boppin' Tell 'em ah who man we are dey friend Love to sit in charlie's in the Benz's or BM's Our life, ya livin' right Get them Benjamins, a'ight? Let them know I'm only at for them (holla at us now) I let dem know already and I'm tellin' dem again We on another level, fox brown ah set the trend (we on another level) Head's boppin' and, collars poppin' and, Prada rockin' to the end (can ya feel me?) Breaker, breaker Party under take-ah, n- wan' be dyin', and I am no fake-ah Send 'dem niggas cryin' back to Jamaica Muddaf- tryin' to be a shake-ah Ya didn't know they shouldn't mess wit' people from Jamaica Baby cham and foxy brown, now we take the cake-ah Drop a bomb on them, now it's like a earthquake-ah See, that fox is movin' like a snake-ah (you heard me?) Ah whatta day when the tables will turn Whatta day when the tables will turn Ah whatta day when the tables will turn Whatta day when the tables will turn, (wey eh) Whatta day when the tables will turn Whatta day when the tables will turn, (yo) Whatta day when the tables will turn Whatta, day when the tables will turn (c'mon!) Throw ya hands up, whyle the f- out Raw little peachy, bust the screechy (eh!) Sippi tah, uh, sippi tah, uh, sippi tah, uh, sippi tah, hy-yah! Grab a cup ah stouse and, show 'em watch y'all 'bout Y'all can't deny us, we dare y'all to try us The best to ever do it, so throw ya hands to it And hit the dancefloor, what the f- y'all came for? Hot shit, I'll na na, madhouse, lock this sh- down N- what, we don't get a f- Big p- like sopranos, young fox ride big c- my n Ah pum-pum lick man dat, ehh Ah whatta day when the tables will turn Whatta day when the tables will turn Ah whatta day when the tables will turn Whatta day when the tables will turn, (wey eh) Whatta day when the tables will turn Whatta day when the tables will turn, (yo) Whatta day when the tables will turn Whatta, day when the tables will turn Tell 'em ah who man we are dey friend Love to sit in charlie's in the Benz's or BM's Our life, ya livin' right Get them Benjamins, aight? Let them know I'm only at for them (holla at us now) I let dem' know already and I'm tellin' dem again We on another level, fox brown ah set the trend (we on another level) Head's boppin' and, collars poppin' and, Prada rockin' to the end (can ya feel me?) Breaker, breaker Party under take-ah, n- wan' be dyin', and I am no fake-ah Send 'dem niggas cryin' back to Jamaica Muddaf- tryin' to be a shake-ah Ya didn't know they shouldn't mess wit' people from Jamaica Baby cham and foxy brown, now we take the cake-ah Drop a bomb on them, now it's like a earthquake-ah See, that fox is movin' like a snake-ah (you heard me?)