Lyrical Breakdown of Mrs International (Featuring Erick Sermon) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mrs International (Featuring Erick Sermon)" 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 "Mrs International (Featuring Erick Sermon)" 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.
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Yeah, nice, dedicated to all the beautiful people in the house
You know who you are, yeah
Redman, Method Man, Blackout 2
Sexy
Hair an' nails done up, girl, you got your act together
You get the thumbs up, your raw footage is uncut
Frontin' like them goodies is untouched
We both knew these moneys is young bucks, ma
You ever take a trip to Shangrila?
Too many hardships, the hardest one is sayin' goodbye
Look here, times run, let me save you some time
And in your spare time fully understand
I'm a rare find, ha, you know
So pick a date and pick a place and we there fo' sho
Slow up the pace, this ain't a race and there you go
I'm dope money, girl, that mean I got cash to blow
She love it though, she's so international
Not around the way you round the world
And you be stuntin' when you 'round your girls
But you classy though
I'm feelin' your vibe, you're feelin' how high the G4's ready to fly
Is you ready to ride? Let's go
She's so international
Now we cream, we can lay on the beach you know
Then hit the sheets, I'll let you play with my feets you know
She keep it low, she's so international
She's so international
Hey, I like a girl that would roll me a blunt you know
With pretty feet, cook me something to eat, you know
You're not a groupie, you're international
Hey, you know me, girl, who I be, girl
The big whale that bailed outta SeaWorld
What's yo name? Show me ID, girl
You look black and a lil' Chinese, girl
Hey, wait a minute, where you going, shorty?
Tryna sneak past me like you ain't ballin'
You look sweet like Tweet baby, ca-ca-call me
Matter of fact, wasn't you on Maury?
I'm just playin', hey, miss thang, hey, miss thang
How you gon' miss me?
I got tickets, let's roll to the Knicks game
You Tina Marie, an' baby, I'm Rick James
Excuse me, where you goin', mama?
I wanted change, I voted for Obama
Bring in the new, kick out the old timers
Let's talk while we goin' to meet yo mama
She's so international
Hey, I like a girl that's thick in the waist, you know
The kinda girl that'd finish her plate, you know?
You're not greedy, you're international
She's so international
The type of chick, I'm like willie a bunk you know
Rock the mike, roll the Phillie up tight you know?
I like it though, she's so international
Seems to me you a queen to be
You mean, girl, but you don't mean to be
Got your crown and your throne
A lil' castle so you can rest your dome
And we can smoke a little greenery, you know?
You gettin' that dough, let's get it and go
On this cruise, we're takin' it slow
You're paintin' your toes and that's cool
Fuck with your dude, fuckin' with you
Like a overnight celebrity Ms. Nothin'-To-Lose
Hey, hey, Miss Lady, my Boriqua
I heard your apple pomme like Bonita
Your accent tellin' me you from the East Side
Take off your shoes, you're 'bout five feet high
I get high, what about you?
A jungle brotha and baby, I'll house you
Your feet lookin' real good in them house shoes
You're not a groupie, you're international
She's so international
She's so international