Lyrical Breakdown of I Know Sumptn - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Method Man feat. Redman & Poo Bear weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I Know Sumptn" 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 Method Man feat. Redman & Poo Bear employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Ay, ayo Meth It's time we came in the motherfuckin' club, nigga They gotta know we in the buildin' nigga, yeah Y'all motherfuckers got like Two minutes to get to the motherfuckin' bar, nigga Yo, I walk in pimpin' when I'm up in here Pulled up the G ride then I'm up in here I ain't worried, I got mad mo' up his ear And my advice stay at bay like a Buccaneer I feel good when I walk inside All eyes on the pro that's NBA live The A.I. of rap, these haters want try To shut me down but I fly high A hood fella always gotta keep somethin' close A gutter flow like mine, gotta let 'em know I'm explosive like Dre, Next Episode Check my file, baby, this is the mother load Take off your heels and shake your hair A nigga like me weavin' through e'rywhere I taste like New Money, make it clear Baby, tell your friends that we right here I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is You don't wanna see me shine Talkin' shit on the low Hate to see me in the sky Flyin' high, high, high Who them dudes smellin' like trees when we up in here? Straight Gilla and Killa Bees when we up in here Kush nigga, I keep the weed in the Tupperware Fuck security, V.I.P., we can puff in here Niggas know how we do it, I ain't buyin' the bar I'm tryin' to talk her out her drawers, she tryin' to charge I ain't tryin' to ball, I'll spend no money in the club If I said that I was, I'd be lyin' to y'all I gotta have it, an addict, two and a puff and you'd rather hate us Discuss it, no more discussions, the head in the house Is now speakin', the food is ready for eatin' Your head is ready for beatin', I'll kick your teeth in Don't fuck with the Tical You know when nigga black out off a couple beers Smoke up an ounce, pass out like a couple years And mami doin' her thing, she in her underwear You join the team and that win, I'll put you under there I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is You don't wanna see me shine Talkin' shit on the low Hate to see me in the sky Flyin' high, high, high Yo, you know you smell mad weed when we up in here A Wildboy like Steve when we up in here And haters, they smell cheese when we up in here But when we up in here, y'all know nothin' here And you know how we get it in when we up in here Women smellin' like cinnamon when she up in here And haters, they pay the fee to get up in here Meth and Doc, man, these MCs don't want nothin' here I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is I know what sumptin' is, you don't know what nuttin' is You don't wanna see me shine Talkin' shit on the low Hate to see me in the sky Flyin' high, high, high