Lyrical Breakdown of Big Momma Thang (feat. Jay-Z) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Big Momma Thang (feat. Jay-Z)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil' Kim feat. JAY Z weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Big Momma Thang (feat. Jay-Z)" 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 Lil' Kim feat. 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 Lil' Kim feat. JAY Z's narrative.

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You got it goin' on, wha wha Wha, wha You got it goin' on, wha wha Wha, wha You got it goin' on, wha wha Wha, wha You got it goin' on, wha wha I used to be scared of the dick now I throw lips to the shit Handle it like a real bitch, Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me Take it in the butt, yeah, yazz wha I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thang Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty one And another one, and another one, and another one Twenty four carats nigga that's when I'm fuckin' wit' the average nigga Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh Don'tcha like the way I roll and play wit' my bushy Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy Is it marriage, baby carriage? Shit no, on a dime shit is mine Got to keep 'em comin' all the time Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why you're mad at me Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why you're mad at me How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the studio with me Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuously Pull a high power coup make, you jump ship Leave who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew Trip you for the cheese, tear your boom up Spread a ill boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas Pushin' backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits Rock Little Kim hats and shit I gets down and dirty for the doe, I got love and Big know it He must got the studio bug Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the street With the mafia thugs and all types of heat But I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm just tryin to eat Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet And, no, my niggas, but I like the sound Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why you're mad at me Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why you're mad at me Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his ki's Big scooped a young bitch off her knees Threw me at high priced Beam's Face on TV's, platinum CD's Shit, I never fought saw a nigga wha, pussy greased up Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up What the fuck, stay fillin', half a million Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it down Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one Never sixty eight and owe one, takes one to know one Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don Push the keys, G's threes for pape's Yeah, I ride crate state to state Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim While you daydreamin' wine, I'll just keep gettin' mine And I'm married to this ya'll strategy misses still plannin' weddin's Mafia also deadens all the bullshit Any type of threatens to pull shit Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why you're mad at me Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why you're mad at me Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why you're mad at me Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why you're mad at me