Lyrical Breakdown of Gossip Folks (feat. Ludacris) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gossip Folks (feat. Ludacris)" 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 "Gossip Folks (feat. Ludacris)" 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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Yo, yo yo move out of the way We got missy Elliott coming through Girl that is missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey I can't stand the bitch no way When I walk up in the piece I ain't gotta even speak I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfuckers you ain't gotta like me How you studying these hoes Need to talk what you know And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't yours I know ya'll poor ya'll broke Ya'll job jus hanging up coats Step to me get burnt like toast Motherfuckers adios amigos Half half pose pose I don't brag I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Iffy kiffy izzy oh Musi ques I sews on bews I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo My kizzer Pous zigga ay zee Its all kizza Its always like Its all kizza Its always like Na zound Wa zee Wa zoom zoom zee When I pull up in my whip Bitches wanna talk shit I be drivin I'm glad and I'm stylin These motherfuckers ask did ya see it I'm gripping these curves Skerrrt, did ya heard I lovas my feathers, my furs Ahh I fly like a bird Chickenheads on the prowl Who ya tryin'a fuck now? Naw you ain't getting loud Better calm down for I smack ya ass down I need my drums bass high Has to be my snare strings horns and I need my Tim sound Right, left Izzy kizzy looky here Once upon a time in College Park Where they live life fast and they scared of dark There was a little nigga by the name of Cris Nobody paid him any mind No one gave a shit Knowing he could rap No one lift a hand So he went about his business and devised a plan Made a CD then he hit the block 50 thousand sold Seven dollars a pop Hold the phone Three years later Stepped out the swamp With ten and a half gators Now all around the world on the microphone He leave the booth smelling like Burberry cologne Still riding chrome Got bitches in the kitchen Never home alone And he's on the grind Please let me know if he's on your mind And respect you'll give me Ludacris I live loud like Timmy Uh had to clear these rumors I got a headache and it's not a tumor Get up on my lap get my head sucked right Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite Hard to the core Core to the right You drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real I know I know, I don't even care about her beign preganant by Michael Jackson You know what we should do We should go get her album when it comes out There she go, there she go, there she Heeeey Misssy Hi Missy? What's up fools? You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me? Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights wont get cut off You soggy breasts, cow stomachs Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party Yo by the way, go get my album Damn!