Lyrical Breakdown of Errbody Scream - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Errbody Scream" 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 "Errbody Scream" 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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Everybody just scream! (Yeah ah) (yeah!) Gilla House did that shit Hey, ayyo, Meth, nigga? (What up?) (Yeah) Ayyo, Keith Murray (fuck), nigga, pass the motherfuckin' weed, nigga (Meth, got that joint) (nah, you got that shit, nigga, stop playing) (ha-ha) (you know what I'm sayin'?) You know how I do when I come in the motherfuckin' building, man (can't stop) (yeah) Redman, nigga, yeah (yeah) Everybody just scream! (Everybody just scream!) (Let's go, yo!) Call your moms on the phone, it's the jam I got jet ski's that ride over land Since a young buck had fire in my hands When I was bumping, "Roxanne, Roxanne" (okay) I got gin and an O.J, rock Friday to next Friday, like O'Shea Hit the West Coast, six four on tray Doctor Bombay, sick flow all day I don't play fair, niggas can't see me That's why I make it do what it do, baby, yeah (oh) You want some, yeah (yeah), niggas hit the floor When I kick in the door, wave in the four-four, for sure (wave in the four-four, for sure) Uncle Snoop, where's the coupe? 'Cause I keep a hoe fighting like New York and Hoopz (huh) Strap up your boots, move around Pick it up like engine number nine (engine number nine) (hey!) It's mine, homey, Tech, what's good? And it ain't hard to tell how I rep' my hood You a beast like me? Rep' your hood Sign the check when I mic' check, one-two (oh, nigga let's go) West Coast niggas love getting it started Down South niggas love getting it started East Coast niggas love getting it started (yeah) But when we in the house, shit get retarded (yeah) When we in the house, shit get retarded (yeah) When we in the house, shit get retarded (ooh) We came to finish what ya'll done started (ayy, Keith Murray, let's get it, nigga) (huh) Everybody just scream! (Everybody just scream!) Ayyo, fuck your prognosis on who's the dopest (yeah) You get skate like super chronic holitosis (huh) If you looking for beef, you know you gon' get it (yeah) Got ya'll niggas yellin' 'callin' the cops, get the paramedics (hey) Keith Murray, Method Man, Redman Hip hop got Barack in his B-Boy stance Like a nigga with no legs, you don't stand a chance Against the Wu-Tang, Def Squad, L.O.D. war dance (hey) One glance, watch Keith Murray hop out in a hurry, cold like a McFlurry (hey) No Mickey D's, show me the money like Jerry Maguire L.O.D. for hire, I'm ready (woo!) I rep' Strong Island, bums get rushed I pack house like Biggie in Notorious (what's up?) We warriors, who the fuck are you? I pop an E and the gun go Pikachu Niggas know how deep the crew, get at me I'm nasty, but I went from ashy to classy Got badunkadunks waving all at me 'Cause I be, doing my thing and making everybody scream! (Everybody scream!) West Coast niggas love getting it started Down South niggas love getting it started East Coast niggas love getting it started But when we in the house, shit get retarded (woo) When we in the house, shit get retarded When we in the house, shit get retarded (woo) We came to finish what ya'll done started (bet niggas never mad, is in the fuckin' building) Everybody just scream! (Everybody just scream!) Yo, Brick City, Staten, Long Island, we back More violent on the track, black talent and a gat Bomb shit, like a nigga wilding in Iraq See the truth of the fact, niggas lying in they raps Me? I'm a diamond in the rough in the cut Like paroxide, got mine frying in the Dutch (yeah) Forget about your top five, try and top mines Take shine like I got mine ironing your guts You know I keep it fired up, fire in the hole To the game, old and tired, I be tired when I'm old I'm trying to keep it hot like the pile up in the stove While these rappers losing power putting powder in they nose Meth, Keith Murray and Redman, yo Fuck you and your mama on a headband, hoe You can call the kid a modern day Van Gogh Take the art to a place where the fake can't go (go) My chain and my pants hang low Got my own name brand, I'm the man made, bro Cash in advance, I'm a blow up with the dough Whoa-ho-ho, don't let me like slow up with flow (hey) West Coast niggas love getting it started Down South niggas love getting it started (woo) East Coast niggas love getting it started But when we in the house shit get retarded (woo) When we in the house shit get retarded (y'all know, ain't no shutting down) When we in the house shit get retarded (we let them run around, nigga, let's go!) We came to finish what ya'll done started (rrarh, aah!) Everybody just scream! (Aah!) (Woo!) (Oh) oh Whoa, whoa, whoa (hey! Hey!) (Hey! Hey!) (Hey! Hey!)