Lyrical Breakdown of Steady F--King - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Steady F--King" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how MC Lyte weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Steady F--King" 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 MC Lyte 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 MC Lyte's narrative.

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[ INTRO: KRS-One ] Du-du-du-duuu-du-du You wanna test Lyte? Are you stupid? You gotta be out of your fuckin mind! MC Lyte is THE DON! Come down, MC Lyte, seen Dirty bitch, you dirty, dirty bitch... (Roxanne Shant? is only good for steady fucking) (6x) --> KRS-One Go, go, go, go... (You done insulted me And I got to kick yo ass right now) [ VERSE 1 ] So what's up, Big Bahama Mama? You know where to find me You could never climb me So why do you persist To be placed upon my fuckin hit list You a low-down dirty loser Next time I see you, I'ma hit you with my Land Cruiser You'se a pooh-put, Lyte don't give a fuck I.U. sayin he laid pipe in that butt? And in case you didn't know I been known to fuck up a hoe during a show So now you wanna play Miss Hardrock Don't test me, I put up career roadblocks I heard you're smokin crack, lady You just had a kid, I guess that makes him a - crack - baby Whadda ya think? The 55th nigga you fucked said your poom-poom stink Slow down, you're movin too fast The 56th said he stuck a curling iron up that ass Now you think you're hot shit Steppin to Lyte with a limp tryin to pop shit You're still a loser No joke, when I see you I'ma hit you with the Cruiser (Set the bitch on fire Your fucking days are over) (Roxanne Shant? is only good for steady fucking) (4x) Go, go, go, go... [ VERSE 2 ] >From upstate New York to way Down South I heard you do a mic-a-check-a with a dick in your mouth You're ready for the showdown, the low down Lyte strikes again, another hoe down Fuckin to you, Shanny, is like a fad Flippin coins with your mom to see who sucks dad But wait a second, I heard you're kinda funky But then again, who's heard of a clean junkie? How funky of a smell could one woman make? Yo fellas, I think she need a douche break (Douche, douche it out - douche break (Douche, douche it out - douche (Douche, douche it out - douche break (Douche, douche it out - douche, douche, douche (Douche, douche it out - douche break (Douche, douche it out - I think you need a douche) Tisk-tisk, what a relief it is Not to be, not to be, not to be you Not to be, not to be, not to be you Or one of those pussy-eatin members of your crew Cause if your crew was cool, they woulda scooped you But instead, you let them fool you Into talkin that bullshit you been talkin Walkin that stank strut you been walkin I don't play that, ring around the rosie Pocket full of posie, red-rum, you dumb, dumb (We can all be some fightin muthafuckas in here this evening Bring your ass, nigga, bring it on, come on) (Roxanne Shant? is only good for steady fucking) (4x) Go, go, go, go... [ VERSE 3 ] Now let's talk about the grill (the grill) Now let's talk about the grill (the grill) Now let's talk about that grill (the grill) We'd all be dead if looks could kill (ugh) Now let's talk about your teeth Shits ain't been straight since you was 8 When you bit into a bad piece of beef And even for a small fee You let your uncle get one off while you bonced on his fuckin knee Now what's my fuckin name? Left you so far behind, you can't get back into the fuckin game You must like puttin dough in my pocket Since '86 my career sky-rocket Where ya at? (Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ho-ho, hu-hu-hu) - Dumb hoe (Ha-ha-ha) I got this rap shit locked, sewn, hemmed While you're hangin from a buddah stem I do this and that, baby pop, I get residuals I'm liable to just fuck up you schedule You'll be sittin on your fat ass another 10 years Until the coast is clear So next time they push a rhyme in your hand You better fully understand who the fuck I am (At least now we know...) Dumb ...It's all about Lyte) Bitch (Roxanne Shant? is only good for steady fucking) (repeat till end) Go, go, go, go...