Lyrical Breakdown of Whip You With A Strap - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Whip You With A Strap" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ghostface Killah weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Whip You With A Strap" 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 Ghostface Killah 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 Ghostface Killah's narrative.

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[Chorus: repeat 2X] Take me across her lap, she used to whip me with a strap When I was bad Bad [Verse 1] Picture me snotty nose sittin on my aunt's lap The kid like 5 or 6 shit I will curse back I got it from the older folks sittin in the living room Everybody had cups stylistic song boom But then came Darryl Mack lightin' all the reefer up Baby caught a contact I'm trying to tie my sneaker up I'm missing all the loops strings going in the wrong holes It feels like I'm wobbling, look at all these afros Soon as I thought I was good the joke's on me I heard a voice "get in the room, I get angry" Sting my feet catch a tantrum Spit, scream, fuck that Momma shake me real hard, then get the big gat That's called the belt help me as I yelled I'm in the room like (panting)"huh, huh, huh" with mad welps Ragged out, bad belt yes her presence was felt Then get my black ass in the bed it's time crash out (crash out) [Chorus] [Verse 2] Despite the alcohol, I had a great old Mama She famous for her slaps and to this day she's honored But when I was a lil dude her son was a lil rude I picked the peas off my plate and pour juice in her nigga food Get beat, then I'd run and tell grandman "mama hit me for no reason" She whipped me hard when I finished eatin And felt that belt stingin after I wet that bed Hid my drawers and start cryin, when she felt that bed Caught another when I told her those the fake pro-keds In the corner weavin and screamin trying to block my head (ahHH!) Nowadays kids don't get beat, they get big treats Fresh pair of sneaks, punishments like have a ceas Back then when friends and neighbors would bust that ass And bring you back to your momma she got the switch in the stash That's back to back beatings Only went outside for free lunch with welts on my legs still leakin yo [Chorus]