Lyrical Breakdown of Sub Crazy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Method Man weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Sub Crazy" 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 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 Method Man's narrative.

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Intro/Chorus: We can all get by if we want now Get a phat piece of the pie if we want Motherfuckers getting mad high when they want now I will survive, recognize it be Tical Verse One: Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war on the ill block Things just ain't peace no more, fuck it If you ain't with me then forget me Niggas try to stick me, retaliation, no hesitation, shifty Creeping niggas in the dark, triggers with no heart Ripping ass apart, I'll be swimming with the sharks now Stay out my water or it's manslaughter Kid, you oughta start reaching for that nickel-plated auto- Matic, my thoughts get sporadic, loaded raps Busting mad shots to ya attic They say this hazard, this flows a hazard Straight from Hazard County with a bounty on his head, and it said "Wanted Dead or Alive," I swear by the whites of they eyes To never take a dive I will survive Chorus Verse Two: Shit's gonna happen if niggas start acting Like they want problems, you want em, you got em Rap contact, is writing this exactly, The way it should be, attacked Killer Beeeees on a swarm Shit like Martial Law drops bombs like Qur'an The ism helps to stimulate my pugilism I bust rhymes like jizm, impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom Decipher the stee, I be hyper, I bring all the styles That rekindle like old flames Saliva, check the wicked flows I deliver Oops, I mean deliver like the Hudson River Styles be tight, trite like a thief in the night I be the sneaky-ass nigga busting nuts in yo wife Blasted, bugging off Bacardi and acid Flipping on the mic, it's a classic