Lyrical Breakdown of Scream a.k.a. Itchin' - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Scream a.k.a. Itchin'" 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 "Scream a.k.a. Itchin'" 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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Music Uhh, huh Uhh, huh Uhh, huh I met him in the Bahamas, I love that nigga persona Smoke that nigga marijuana, get freaky, call me Madonna Lay on the bed, he follow, bone him until tomorrow Make him sing high sopran-ah, ah! Fifty-fo'-fifty-fifty, Mr. Act-Super-Kinky Baby, what you gon' get me, is a rings for my lil' pinkie Money will multiply 'fore you run up inside Make me all weak and tired, mm-mm You got to (scream) If you up in the club, you think you tearin' it up You got to, got to (scream) Pour mimosas in the cup, then you watchin' people buzz You got to, got to (scream) If you from out of town, you think you're holdin' it down You got to, got to (scream) You got to, you got to He say he from Puerto Rico, he told me to call him Chico Freakin' up in the Nico, my ego got really negro Throw the heat, throw heat, be bold, though I'm like dice in cee-lo Makin' him scream and moan (ah!) Send 'em back home Boy, is it really worth it? Just to get dirty-dirty Give me the liquor-liquor, you make me talk slurry-slurry Your money will multiply, before you come up inside Get me all weak and tired, mm-mm You got to (scream) If you up in the club, you think you tearin' it up You got to, got to (scream) Pour mimosas in the cup, then you watchin' people buzz You got to, got to (scream) If you from out of town, you think you're holdin' it down You got to, got to (scream) You got to, you got to He asked, could he rock my body, he also asked could he buy me A drink six-oh Ferrari, then ride up in my safari Shit, what a deal, word up, how much it cost now? Shit, what the deal, word up, how much it cost? Play your position, listen, where is your pot to piss in? 'Fore we start really kissin', hot as freaky kitchen Hey, what the deal, word up, how much it cost now? Hey, what the deal, word up, how much it cost now? You got to (scream) If you up in the club, you think you tearin' it up You got to, got to (scream) Pour mimosas in the cup, then you watchin' people buzz You got to, got to (scream) If you from out of town, you think you're holdin' it down You got to, got to (scream) You got to, you got to (Scream) If you up in the club, you think you tearin' it up You got to, got to (scream) Pour mimosas in the cup, then you watchin' people buzz You got to, got to (scream) If you from out of town, you think you're holdin' it down You got to, got to (scream) You got to, you got to