Lyrical Breakdown of STEPPIN/UP - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "STEPPIN/UP" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how M.I.A. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "STEPPIN/UP" 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 M.I.A. employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Steppin' up in this club
With my tool bag
Rub a dub, rub a dub, dub
Rub a rub a dub, dub
Steppin' up in this club
With my tool bag
Rub a dub, rub a dub, dub
Rub a rub a dub, dub
Steppin' up in this club
With my tool bag
Rub a dub, rub a dub, dub
Rub a rub a dub, dub
Steppin' up in this club
With my tool bag
Rub a dub, rub a dub, dub
Rub a rub a dub, dub
I light up like a genie
And I blow up on this song
Rub a dub, a dub, dub
Rub a dub, a dub, a dub
Aladdin, no kidding, boy
I need a rub
Rub a dub, a dub, dub
Rub a dub, a dub, a dub
Me and my speakers
Speakin' sub a sub, sub
Sub a sub, a sub a sub
Sub a sub, a sub a sub
You know who I am
I run this fuckin' club
Dub a dub, a dub, a dub
Club a club, a lub, a lub
Waistlines and ass, anything fast
Humpin' on my leg, yo, I'm on my fuckin' glass
Makin' money last, hide it in a flask
Sound of a bomb blast, throw it in a bag
Waistlines and ass, anything fast
Know who I am, I run this fuckin' club
Speakers up throwin' fire like a mob
Thrash bang thunder, throw me with some job
M.I.A., you know who I am
M.I.A., you know who I am
Waistlines and ass, anything fast
Humping on my leg, yo, I'm on my fuckin' glass
Makin' money last, hide it in a flask
Sound of a bomb blast, throw it in a bag
I can kill a sound
And the shit will make you jump
Jum, jum, jum, jum, jum
Jum, jum, jum, jum, jum, jum
I can smash a beat
So the track will make you run
Run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run
I'm caught up to the tee
I tie up just for fun
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun
Get ready for the city street
Weights by the ton
Ton, ton, ton, ton, ton, ton
Ton, ton, ton, ton, ton, ton
Waistlines and ass, anything fast
Humpin' on my leg, yo, I'm on my fuckin' glass
Makin money last hide it in a flask
Sound of a bomb blast throw it in a bag
M.I.A., M.I.A., M.I.A., M.I.A., A, A
You know who I am
M.I.A., you know
You know who I am, A, A
M.I.A., steppin' up in this club
With my tool bag
Rub a dub rub a dub a dub
Rub a dub a dub, dub
M.I.A., steppin' up in this club
With my tool bag
Rub a dub, rub a dub, a dub
Rub a duba dub dub
I no, no one, no one, no one, I no one, no, no, no, one