Lyrical Breakdown of Bring the Pain (feat. Method Man) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bring the Pain (feat. Method Man)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Missy Elliott weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bring the Pain (feat. Method Man)" 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 Missy Elliott 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 Missy Elliott's narrative.

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Are we on the air? This is A Missy Elliott Exclusive And I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Ooh baby, what's your name? I love the way you're spittin' the game You made me change from thinkin' all guys the same You the type of guy I wanna marry in months Got exactly what I want And ain't no fakin' the funk Your attitude is funk and you're makin' me crunk (C'mon) Yes, it's real baby Got me so crazy Light my fire dirty Like the way you serve me Stimulate my body Crunk just like a party Oh, you won't be sorry My poppy, I'm your mommy I'm in your life to come and let you explore Take you on a tour The kind of guys that be talkin' that noise Is the reason I ignore And you the one I wanna take to meet Moms "He's a rap superstar" I wanna be the one you like I'm sure to do you right Yes, it's real baby Got me so crazy Light my fire dirty Like the way you serve me Stimulate my body Crunk just like a party Ooh, you won't be sorry My poppy, I'm your mommy Is it real hon, if it's really real (Let's chill) Maybe pop an X pill (How does sex feel?) Come and get your next thrill (You the raw deal) Yo, I'm sayin' if your man won't (Mr. Meth will) That's amore', all day, mind over matter And my forte' is foreplay, sex on a platter Have it your way, then who, serve you everything on the menu And all that freak shit that you into Sweet lady, you drive me half crazy Maybe, we can go half on a baby? (On a baby?) Poppa got a brand new bag Hidden in the stash of his brand new Jag Lovely, kick your shoes off and get comfy We can bump uglies if you ain't got your monthly Yes, I, like American Pie Tell 'em M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-Y Yes, it's real baby Got me so crazy Light my fire dirty Like the way you serve me Stimulate my body Crunk just like a party Oh, you won't be sorry My poppy, I'm your mommy M-E-T-H-O-D, Man M-I-S-S-Y, I am I came came to bang bang the boogie I see you lookin' to bang out my nookie You want my cookies I baked for you rookies Work hard they want me to bang bang and stick me If you want my nookie you gots to come quickly M-E-T-H-O-D is ya wit' me? (Mr. Meth) Is ya wit' me?