Lyrical Breakdown of Trying To Talk To You - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kool Keith weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Trying To Talk To You" 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 Kool Keith 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 Kool Keith's narrative.

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Whassup? Whassup? Why don'tcha get your feet off my couch? Have some respect when you come in my house (I'm trying to talk to you, lady) Y'knahmsayin? Have some respect, did your mother teach you anything? (I'm trying to talk to you, lady) That's right, Kool Keith, yeah Yo, I blow them girls back Like power jets off my dick You think you quick vic Then come display your whackest shift Trick master, faster, ass crack, rectums after Pussy stinkin', who brought these freaks yo? What you thinkin'? That's on my downplay Your husband rhyme and sound gay With that fast talk, fast walk Ass is flat on sidewalk, big hoochie intakes Digest shrimp, stomach pork, your feedback Smoke weed back, butt naked, we don't need that Shut down yo' circuit, watch me, kid Fuckin' work it overtime rhymer Don't bite my shit, bite piranha, fuck rock n' roll Never catch me marryin' Cher and Nirvana See-through skirts, burnin' rubber sticks Like fireworks, New York in 10-B, apartment house Where her friends be, Dyke's with mics Get played like Cameo, the fuckin' Chi-Lites Problems I have 'em, that's right You motherfuckers grab 'em, piss on yo Fish lens disrespectin' all yo friends Take my food back, your weave out Your fuckin' glue back, your hair in pieces With just enough for chocolate Reese's Beauty parlor, rings around, check your fuckin' collar You on some new shit, so game, I'm movin' quick (I'm trying to talk to you, lady) Oh yeah (I'm trying to talk to you, lady) Can I talk to you? (I'm trying to talk to you, lady) Tryin' to talk to you (I'm trying to talk to you, lady) Can I talk to you? Psycho, still klepto, destroy them Girls with reps though Niggaz, pause back step though I'm classical, bust asshole Remember 'bout that last hole You fucked up, you switched up Ran up out the club Took that little cash you bitched up Power strong, my gators long Feel cats, them pussies warm On steam like dream team Peep game with face schemes You make a right, I make a left Sound def, my arts and craft Raw skill with paragraphs Cut ass so fast and have Express rock, East and West You fucked up, yo' rap is weak That shit you talk and how you speak You suck dick, I pull yo' tits You wash where, I like yo' clits Top to bottom got 'em movin' hittin', Screamin' "Stop it man", nasty with game plan New style, same man, switch yo with swift flow Bronx kid, I let you know alternatin' bass And pipes the crowds in this fuckin' place Girls get glassed at mad Problems on they fuckin' rag Play tags with doo rags, I flame broil Light up fast, girls look, jockin' me There's no time, stoppin' me, groupin' me Hatin' me, swingin' G yo, fuck it B Technique that run street Like Celly Cel, I got heat Upbeat and offbeat Suck my dick, take yo' pick (I'm trying to talk to you, lady) Tryin' to talk to you (I'm trying to talk to you, lady) I'm tryin' to talk, tryin' to talk (I'm trying to talk to you, lady) I'm really tryin' to talk to you (I'm trying to talk to you, lady) I'm tryin' to talk, tryin' to talk Styles rep from Northwest, shiftin' Affectin' wreckin', movin' on the channel panel Stupid bitch, can you handle, observe words Niggaz got you cryin' on the curb Enjoy my tempo, rap style Fuckin' simple I heard your demo, kid Ridin' in the fuckin' limo Skippin' your pause button, ladies melt Press rewind, you must be crazy Runnin' game out your fuckin' mind Stylistic weaves, dirty spot Stains on your sleeves like Beenie Man Turn the track up Girl, shut the fuck up My style is dope kid Wind it up, yes, I'm open Masquerade, Bacardi flip wigs Turn the party unique and speakin' Shoes shined for the weekend My style is pumped up In time watch you fuckin' jump up Turn up yo', bump up on stage Bring the fuckin' punk up, open up hairpiece Music bass, turn the trunk up prepare for blast hole Up close, I'm in yo' asshole Automatically, you stand there, you fuckin' mad at me Whippin' yo' lip up with verbal hits From yo' hip up, stand back and guard crack P, watch yo' fuckin' back, that girl is crazy (I'm trying to talk to you, lady) I'm still tryin' to talk to you (I'm trying to talk to you, lady) I'm tryin' to talk, tryin' to talk (I'm trying to talk to you, lady) I'm tryin' to talk to you, baby (I'm trying to talk to you, lady) I'm tryin' to talk, tryin' to talk (I'm trying to talk to you, lady) I'm really tryin' to talk to you (I'm trying to talk to you)