Lyrical Breakdown of No Time - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "No Time" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil' Kim weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "No Time" 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 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's narrative.

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I got, no time for fake niggaz Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (say what?) I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh) Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh) From East to West coast spread love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he-heh) [1] ("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?" - B.I.G.) I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh) Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh) [2] ("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die" - B.I.G.) From East to West coast spread love niggaz (ha hahh, that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (let's go) Yeauhhh, I Momma, Miss Ivana Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana Stick you for your cream and your riches Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer I follow -- in the E-Class with the goggles 96 models, Bad Click on the stroll (Tell em how we roll) Cruise control Nuttin make a woman feel betta Than Berrettas and Amarettas, butta leathers and mad cheddaz Chillin in a Benz with my ami-gos Tryin to stick a nigga for his pe-sos If you say so's, then I'm the same chick That you wanna get with, lick up in my twat Gotta hit the spot, if not don't test the poom poom Nanny nanny, punanny donny, heyyy! Heyyy, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh) Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh) From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures (he heh) [1] ("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?" - B.I.G.) I got, no time for fake niggaz (uh-uh, uh-uh) Just sip some Cristal with these real niggaz (uh-huh, uh-huh) [2] ("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die" - B.I.G.) From East to West coast spreadin love niggaz (that's right) And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures [Verse Two: Puffy (Kim moaning in the background), How you like it baby? Uhh, from the front Uhh, from the back, give that ass a smack Bet your man won't do it like that Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little Let me grab your ta-ta's, do the cha-cha Work down your ta-ta's do the cha-cha Make you scream Pa-pa You da best, Da Da Now watch mama, go up and down dick to jaw crazy Uhh! Say my name baby (okay) Before you nut, I'ma dribble down your butt cheeks Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little I'm drinkin babies, then I cracks for the Mercedes Act shady, and feel my three-eighty Or the raven, oohwee I see Your girl ain't a "Freak Like Me", or Adina Huh, can't fade the rhinoceros of rap (say what?) Lil' Kim pussy (uhh) how preposterous is that? (ha hah!) [Chorus: subst 'Got' for 'Heyyy', minus B.I.G. Uhh, right back at cha, the one Cleopatra (say what?) Diggin in your stash (Niggaz think they gonna get some ass) No money money No licky licky -- fuck the dicky dicky And the quickie, gimme your loot Your Mac-11 then shoot Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps Shouldn't compete, if you can't wet it, forget it Don't sweat it, I bet it'd Make ya cum smooth if you let it Huh, you can't stop a bitch from ballin Ha-ha to la-la to drive-by's they be callin, and you ain't know While you be kickin that old shit (talk to me) we makin hits Platinum and gold shit (we don't stop) I stay draped in diamonds and pearls Beside every man is a Bad Girl (That's right... nine-six Bad Boy c'mon)