Lyrical Breakdown of Belly of the Beast - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how Joey Bada$$ feat. Chronixx weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Belly of the Beast" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Joey Bada$$ feat. Chronixx 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 Joey Bada$$ feat. Chronixx's narrative.

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Dangerous, dangerous

These niggas can't hang with us hang with us

Nigga we dangerous, dangerous

My nigga we

I swear all my life I been around crips and bloods

Crips and slugs, the trigger happiest thugs

Claiming the slums, and all the hoods that they from

Too much of the some, got it twisted up blinded in a rat race

Cash straight, the fake kill jake, the snakes too late

My eyes dilate, and I could tell them how he strafe

Coming at me sideways, get straighten up

Don't deflate it up gimmie the bucks my cash wrinkling up

Looking back in the days, amazed

Cause the lab rat done made it out the maze

Still feel caged, enraged though

Used the underground railroad like a runaway slave

Broke off the chains still runway fresh

Got you on that mental plane with my project jet

I'm two steps above that nimbus cloud

My limit is low, when I'm smoking on that loud

Focus in the now, when the lotus is around

It's the Brooklyn sound, a pro found, Biggie would be proud about

But I don't need a vet to even shop me out

Punchlines pack a Pacquiao they can't box me out

Big up big up, it's a stick up stick up

Niggas hit a nigga quick if he hiccup hiccup

Big up big up, it's a stick up stick up

Niggas hit a nigga quick if he hiccup hiccup

Tell me what them know bout the Badmon named Jozif

Women come around, I look em down like they don't know shit

Word around the town is that they got the match explode it

I'm a child of the city

Son of the streets

And it's just a pity

They not tough like we

And things not look pretty

When we got to eat

Things get much deeper

Deeper and deeper

And I survive, thank the father

Feel like I was raised by [?] for nada

Had to keep calm and hold ma corner

Cause a stray gun shot if you cross the border

Pro Era teach them the pros and cons

Of living in a city with a thousand dons

A thousand ghetto youths with a thousand guns

Cold hearted killers with frozen lungs

But praise rastafari we wheel and come again

Know I Nyabinghi sit know we the drummer dem

Dem ammunition are tougher [?]

Lightning and thunder are the [?]