Lyrical Breakdown of Gettin Money - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Jungle Brothers weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gettin Money" 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 Jungle Brothers 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 Jungle Brothers's narrative.

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"I'll be getting money till the day that I die" [Mike G] Lace up a fattie of the greenery, bounce and check the scenery Anticipation of the raw fills up the whole vicinity Legendary quotes from promissory notes Authentic fatigues wrapped around your throat Coming hitting like a hammer My overuse of truthful grammar might send me to the slammer So I got my alibi, so if the DA try to make me fry I'll poke him in his eye with a who, what, when and why Oh no, not I, done hit you up with the jimmy so now identify Cause whether dollars or yens, the 5-ohs always want to apprehend A brother for doing his thing [Afrika] A yo! Hotshots rock spots and smoke chocolate thai Talking about getting money till the day they die Make money money, make money money money Take money money, take money money money! Suit getting chunky, well you see my pockets' fat Enough to go around ten times and come back Be the A double B on the thousand G bill Circle it around from Brooklyn to Castle Hill Right from the getty we caught bank from the piggy Cause we give it to you raw down to the nitty-gritty People acting shitty when they see me counting fifties Buying new sneakers, "Yo, son! Where'd you get these?!" [Mike G] Brush off the comp like lint after the hit No one's seen the brothers with the three shades of tint Only a sign they're in like Flynt and haven't reached the extent We use the brain as the furnace and the mouth as the vent >From the set off we jump on the mic and go get off Versatile styles bursting back and forth >From the dealers and shakers, we fill the rhymes pages To catch them papers we're back with flavours [Afrika] Kick the lotto, that's my motto, stash the loot in the bottle Fill my tank up with gas and then hit the throttle Me and Mike G lamping like Lamar and Rollo Rocking the mic, ripping shit at the Apollo Check the promoter for my quota Money quench my thirst like Dr Pepper soda [Mike G] Recognise by the 'G' at the end of the name The aroma in the air when I spark a new flame It was the DJs in the park that put a start to the game That's what made me grab the mic and go seek fame And put a shame to the emcees with styles too lame For the treasures I lust but I fall short of, In God We Trust But I learned that doesn't mean they can't be touched Just if you're too slow then you might get crushed Or bite the dust, bite the dust, bite the dust [Afrika] Mega bucks in armoured trucks falling out the sky "I'll be getting money till the day that I die" [Mike G] You ask why we stay fly "I'll be getting money till the day that I die" [repeat to fade]