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

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

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

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Intro: Y'all wanna put it on tape and do all the real [backwards]? Ya just wanna go straight to dat? aight You don't wanna mix it or nuttin? aight let's do it You want me to do the hook part too? Check it out uhh, check it out uhh Yeah it's that uncle l [backwards], you know, word up Ain't no doubt about this, I'm settin this [backwards] right in here Yeah yeah yeah, I'm gonna sex this up, yeah go like this here Check it out Verse 1: I'm beatin [backwards] against the [backwards] up out their boots Flame throwin their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin acid soup Spectacular, benacular, miraculous raw [backwards] Scooped off the concrete to make a hit Tearin [backwards] out the hinges, competition cringes In the trenches, killin for mere inches Word to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha Electricute a barricuda for tryin to bring the drama I get more ass than a toilet seat So put your ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my [backwards] Your mother[backwards] deathwish will be soloist R-double o-k-i-e you ain't stylish It's mother[backwards] arson from here to parsons You're [backwards] dawson, it's murder, when I step in the door run For your mother[backwards] life, get ghost Or taste the toast and get your [backwards] hung on a goalpost Startin at'cha neck to check ya for respect Ya back get snapped, your lower spine gets wet Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to slide I'm up thru [backwards]hole and [backwards] up your inside Hook: And don't be gettin no airplay A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love Verse 2: Yeah, the rugged ass style I possess They got the [backwards] goin from bel air to baggin up sess [Backwards]! mother[backwards] right [backwards] in his corn You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was warned I got [backwards] chasin behind my path for garbage bags Hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags Huh, I'm on my mother[backwards] game like dat I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat All the mother[backwards] tracks in the world can't save ya When I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin ridiculed [Backwards] is critical, we're fightin at the pinnacle I'm burnin [backwards] like a cracker do a cross Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss Makin [backwards] understand my language Then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage Interlude: To whom it may concern, youknowhuti'msayin? We're gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh Cos it's a jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay (A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay) I wanna do that one right yo Verse 3: To whom it may concern on this mother[backwards] test I got the zest to clip ya thru ya vest Little shortys with big 40's talkin loud, actin proud Blaow! now ya chokin off a black cloud Rollin el's til your brain swells Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass rock the bells You mother[backwards], you fruitcakes, you fakin jacks You [backwards] don't want it, I'm burnin up the wax I'm a trailblazin, gun totin, renegade Black ass new york [backwards] choppin like a blade Bullshinanigans, country ass mannequins Mother[backwards] frontin and I bet you ain't no slam again Yeah what? I siad it and [backwards] sweat it What? you catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut Outro: Ha ha, word is bond yo It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay Yeah, ha ha, word is bond Y'knowhuti'msayin? I'm catchin mother[backwards] wreck in here, Knowi'msayin? [Backwards] to all them rookies, [backwards] word up ha ha Yo I got the laugh, word, knowi'msayin? And sometimes [backwards] skill boys, you just gotta laugh at Mother[backwards] Ha ha, yeah uhh A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my mother[backwards] [backwards] around Farmers My [backwards] zeus, knowi'msayin? my mother [backwards] minnan right Diddere Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tables all l willing a-a-a-able, Youknowi'msayin? Get mad busy in this [backwards], y'knowi'msayin? My [backwards] don't give a [backwards], word up Set that [backwards] off right, uhh