Lyrical Breakdown of Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix)" 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 "Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix)" 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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Memph Bleek always smoking that lalala...(Hooo) Beanie Sigel always smoking that lalala...(Hooo) Kanye tracks smoke like lalala... (Hooo) It's the ROC baby, SING OUR LULLABY Come on! (Chorus) Excuse me miss, I'm the shit You should come, hang wit me, basically Hold up, skip all the singin' lets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now... Uhhh) (Jay-Z) I know my English ain't as modest as you like But come, get some, you little bums I take the cake from under the baker's thumbs I bake the cake get two of them for one Then I move the +weight+ like I'm +Oprah's son+ Uhhh, I show you how to do this son Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry patterns Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden (un-uh) He padded hisself the rap JFK, you wanna pass for my Jaqueline Onassis Then hop ya ass out that S-class Lay back in that maebach, roll the best grass, I ask... Have you in your long-legged life Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice? (uhh) Look but don't touch, muthaf**ker think twice Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light Need a light?... (Hook) To smoke that lalala Beanie Sigel always smoking that lalala Memph Bleek always smoking that lalala It's the ROC mami, SING OUR LULLABY Come on! (Chorus) (Jay-Z) We got brothers full of Arme, mamis in Manolo Bags by Chanel, Louis Vuitton logos All attracted to Hov' because they know dough When they see him, which be European If you're a +te-en+ (ten) chances your wit +him+ If you're a five you know you ridin' wit th-em Sick wit the pen nigga, no physician in the world could fix him No prescription, you could prescribe to subside his affliction He's not a sane man, more like reign man twitchin' You can't rain dance on his picnic No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness (whoo) No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you +CB4+ This ain't +Chris Rock+ bitch, it's the ROC bitch And I'm the +franchise+ like a Houston Rocket Nawimean (Yao Ming)... (Hook) Still smoking that lalala... Memph Bleek still smoking that lalala... Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five... It's the ROC baby, SING OUR LULLABY Come on! (Chorus) (Kanye) She claims she hate when I'm name droppin' So when I talk rap she gon' change topics But I got a plan B that's planned out For when things don't pan out Hov' tell her your my brotha I'mma play shy brotha So you take the Destiny's Child girl in the coupe And I'mma try to bag the ones that got kicked out the group I figure that a be simple I'll just help em with they demo Help em to the limo play the umbert instumentals And she grabbed my tattoo peeped my credentials And she grabbed my pants felt the potential And I drop out every essential To have fun breakin' her fundimentals (excuse me miss) The artist of the new millenium Has finally stopped drivin' that blue Millenium And got her good and trendy and filled her wit plenty a henny A remy of weed 'till she higher than hellium (Hook) As we, smoke that lalala Memphis Bleek always smoking that lalala Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five It's the ROC bitch SING OUR LULLABY Come on! (Chorus)