Lyrical Breakdown of Mostly Tha Voice - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mostly Tha Voice" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gang Starr weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Mostly Tha Voice" 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 Gang Starr 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 Gang Starr's narrative.

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Refrain: It's mostly tha voice, that gets you up It's mostly tha voice, that makes you buck A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills But if your voice ain't dope then you need to (chill... chill...) Up steps one, and he gets done Then up steps another, he gets smothered That's word to mother, or should I say moms I drop bombs, scorchin niggaz like napalm Sucka, boy, get off my shit Get off my dick so what I make butter hits You better change your behavior, battling gangstarr No religion could save ya My religion is rap, r-a-p R-e-a-l-i-t-y, g Cause when I rock street kids rejoice I got mad rhymes, still Refrain So when you think you know the whole you don't even know the half You're not a threat to myself, and neither to my staff Not the type to really dance too much, although I used to Rather bust a fresh line, and get loose to The blunted ill types of beats premier makes Makes your girl's rear shake, let me set it straight Refrain Some rappers use hooks to this shit But if you took that shit out And you took all the music out What would remain? the voice no doubt Bless my soul I control When in pimp mode My bank roll expands I invest in my man I plan, to keep rap real So if your shit ain't fat then kneel You squeal, feeling pain from my oral flex What about oral sex, which chick's next To open wide and get a chunk from a real brother Yeah, some real funk from a real brother They get sprung and most of them don't recover But I don't diss em I just talk to em Cause the sound, of my voice, it does a lot to em So you and, the niggaz right there Be aware, like swv, I'm right here Waitin to correct your ass And if you don't follow now I'll disrespect your ass More vicious than sid, do a crime with no bid I tell a bitch that I didn't when you know that I did Take a trip to a land a-far Then come back, and people still know gangstarr See I'm the ladies choice Cause I got crazy styles, still Refrain Outro: guru, shug Oh shit shug, whattup (Whassup money?) Just loungin, about to go do this shit in the studio (Oh yeah, you just let me get on that shit You always said I could get on, you need to let me get on that) Word? (For real man) Yo man (Don't front on that shit) I'm sayin yo, if I let you get busy, youknowhati'msayin You can't be dissapointin me (I flip shit, i'ma flip shit on this) Aight man, let's go