Lyrical Breakdown of Bitches & Sisters - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bitches & Sisters" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Jay-Z weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bitches & Sisters" 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 Jay-Z 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 Jay-Z's narrative.
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Let's describe a certain female
Let's describe a certain female
Let's describe a certain female
Fem-fem-fem-fem, female (bitch)
You know my name and the company I own (bitch)
You like my style and you smell my cologne (bitch)
Don't try to act like my track record ain't known (bitch)
You probably gotta couple CDs in your home (bi-bitch)
Don't make me say it twice, you acting all up tight
All sidity like, like, like you ain't a (bitch)
I ain't no ball player, you ain't gonna get pregnant and get
Hit off with paper, you gonna get hit off and slid off
Before the neighbors take off to go to work
So just, take off your shirt, don't hit me with that church shit (bitch)
I got a sister who schooled me to shit you chickens do
Tricking fools, got a whole Robin Givens crew that I kick it to
They be hipping dudes, how you chickens move, I be listening too
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Don't make me say it thrice, you acting all up tight
All sidity like, like you ain't a (bitch)
You ain't, you ain't no better 'cause you don't be fucking rappers
You only fuck with actors, you still getting fucked backwards (bitch)
Unless you fucked a dude on his own merit
And not the way he dribbles or ball or draw lyrics
You're a (bitch, bi-bi-bi)
No ma, you're a (bitch, b-b)
That's real (bi-bi-bitch)
(Bi-bi-bi-bitch), yeah (bi-bi-bi)
Let's describe a certain female
Let's describe a certain female
Let's describe a certain female
Say Jay-Z, why you gotta go and disrespect the women for, huh? (Bitch)
Sisters get respect, bitches get what they deserve
Sisters work hard, bitches work your nerves
Sisters hold you down, bitches hold you up
Sisters help you progress, bitches will slow you up
Sisters cook up a meal, play their role with the kids
Bitches in street with their nose in your biz
Sisters tell the truth, bitches tell lies
Sisters drive cars, bitches wanna ride
Sisters give-up the ass, bitches give-up the ass
Sisters do it slow, bitches do it fast
Sisters do their dirt outside of where they live
Bitches have niggas all up in your crib
Sisters tell you quick "You better check your homie"
Bitches don't give a fuck, they wanna check for your homie
Sisters love Jay 'cause they know how Hov' is
I love my sisters, I don't love no bitch (bitch)
Bi-bi-bi-bitch, bi-bi-bi-bitch
Bi-bi-bi-bi-bi, bi-bi-bi-bi-bitch
Bitch, bitch, bi-bi-bi-bi-bitch
Bi-bi-bi-bi-bi, bitch