Lyrical Breakdown of Say What - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Say What" 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 "Say What" 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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Most thugs front when they get the chance (Say what?)
Some thugs hit the blunt when they get the chance (Say what?)
Live thugs stack cheddar, then they make plans (Say what?)
I, Cool J, NY2K
Rule millenniums with my compadres
They tongues sway with really nothing to say
They pack guns, but I stack funds
I'm second to none
My hot streak's just begun
You wanna bring beef? You got to serve it well-done
You ran the wrong way, now you livin' on the run
Not some, each one's a bum, every one
Coughed up a lung, became my son
Flames I brung, platinum weighs a ton
Heavy on the chest, I pity all the rest
I put 'em to the test
I spit it like I'm blessed
I testify
I have no need to lie
I buried many, still many wanna die
I zone out crazy, starin' don't faze me
Got ya whole strategy shook
It's too daisy
Most thugs front when they get the chance (Say what?)
Some thugs hit the blunt when they get the chance (Say what?)
Live thugs stack cheddar, then they make plans (Say what?)
Clack, reload, clack, reload
Got ya pictures sittin' in my lap
He explode
Duck when you hear the rat-tat-tat
'Cause once you cross over baby, ain't no comin' back
Believe that
I flows when I hit that
Strive till I get that
Never mind a set-back
No time to wet that
A lyrical hi-jack, you don't wanna try that
Creep wit' my CD, don't let 'em know you buy that
One in the snips, one in the whip with the low jack
Call a 911 to get the LL back
Original bells, LL
Rocked them till they fell
Competition bailed
Looked like mince green when mic had 'em swelled
Wrote all them rhymes and never gonna sell
Meanwhile, I'm countin' prezzies in the 'tel
And in the meanwhile, I throw my baby in chanelle
Most thugs front when they get the chance (Say what?)
Some thugs hit the blunt when they get the chance (Say what?)
Live thugs stack cheddar, then they make plans (Say what?)
Uh, I'm lyrically hot tonight, come on
Uh, I'm lyrically hot tonight, come on
Layin' low to catch you on stage so I can run on
Matter fact, you not on my level, I throw my son on
Mission is complete, technique is unique
Defeat the rhyme weak and mine ya knee-deep
Rewind a rip beats and give jeeps the heat
Even if you walkin', wit' ya walkman in the street
Actin' gassed up, but you really on need
How you countin' your paper kid, without a G.E.D.?
Slow down, let me do my thing now, hold up
Maybe that's the reason you stressed, quick to roll up
Put the L down, pick the other LL up
Maybe we can straighten this out before it's toe-up
Watch me closely, boom! I'm a blow-up
And spend the whole rest of my life stackin' dough up
Most thugs front when they get the chance (Say what?)
Some thugs hit the blunt when they get the chance (Say what?)
Live thugs stack cheddar, then they make plans (Say what?)
Whoo, Vinnie Biggs, you hot with this one, dawg
Roundtree
Rock the bells
Uh, Brian Daughtery
Unh, all my peeps, my peeps, my peeps across the land
Know what I mean? we gonna keep gettin' paper
This is real
This is real, right here
Rock the bells
It's deeper than the deepest blue sea, dawg
Know what I'm sayin'?
I'm feelin' it like you feelin' it
Ha ha, word up
I'm lovin' it like you lovin' it baby
Rewind it, it's short