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 [?] Pro Era teach them the pros and cons Original Chronixx and Joe Badmon No King Selassie, we have the golden crown Get ready for the shift we are the chosen ones 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