Lyrical Breakdown of Slap! Slap! Slap! (feat. Da Brat & Jade) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Slap! Slap! Slap! (feat. Da Brat & Jade)" 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 "Slap! Slap! Slap! (feat. Da Brat & Jade)" 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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Something you can dance to Ooh, yeah Mmm, yeah Mmm, yeah Mmm, yeah, yeah Mmm, yeah Mmm, yeah Mmm, yeah Me and my clique Run through the gutters, breakin' down shutters As the beats go, dun-dun-dun-dutta Ain't nothing better than these flavor buttas It's like freakin' with your lovers tryna bust his rubba Have him, have him undercover like he thought he never How the hell a bitch like me become so clever? Y'all wack MC's, y'all never, never Talkin' hard as a cock, but as light as a feather Y'all suspect hoes, y'all suspect hoes Takin' off y'all clothes, y'all reject hoes Y'all feel the rhythm, I'm 'bout to kill 'em Slap! Slap! Slap! Right across your melon, easy Nigga, slap, slap, huh Right across your melon, easy Y'all little (uh-huh) Tryna act bigger, don't you get the picture? (Uh-huh) Every freakin' year I come with something sicker (sicker) Fans takin' flicks, wanna get my picture (uh-huh) Freaks only speak, "Do you know Jigga?" (uh-huh) Strange motherf- tryna be my nigga (uh-huh) Turned your man to an ass-licker (uh) Cheatin' ass men, these cheatin' ass men (uh) Time to stop gamin' and stay the f- in (uh) You feel the rhythm, I'm 'bout to kill 'em Smack! Smack! Smack! Right across your melon, pronto Huh, I said, "Smack! Smack! Smack!" Right across your melon, pronto (uh) You don't wanna get smacked right quick Wit' a upper cut, tight fist I don't give a fuck if you don't like this Still get paid to bust the right shit Still get paid when I hop on the dick Not a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot But if you knock the boots, at least cop the coupe What I'm s'posed to do? Starve for you? This ain't sparkle nigga, I can't crawl for you That's impossible I make the rules, I pay the dues I wear the pants Bought the shoes, they Prada too Fuck with me, you lose Step to me and get bruised Your chances are not few, they none So what I'm bitchy? Roll a fat blunt wit' Missy in the front wit' me Tim' hit me, ow, with the bang to the boogie the beat Burnin' 'em wit the heat It don't concern me, when niggas talk shit They just wanna learn me When they see me, I permanently damage they shit internally And slap, slap, slap 'em right across the melon (haha) Nigga, slap, slap, huh Right across your melon, easy (easy) I'm the M-S-J-A-D-E Toes and lows, bling like I'm B.G I don't need you niggas help, shit, I write my own Gimme a beat and a motherfuckin' microphone Picture this shit, me, Missy and Timbaland Was 'bout to take it to the streets, but the chicken ran Oh shit, it's gettin' kinda hot in here Oh shit, make niggas stop and stare Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy Smack the shit out of Clyde 'cause Bonnie should've paid me Get old heads for they checks that sign right And I get lil' boys for they dough on prom night 'Cause I do my thing, knots in a pocket Smack, smack, smack All up in your noggin, early I said, smack, smack, smack All up in your noggin Nigga, slap, slap, huh Right across your melon, easy