Lyrical Breakdown of Hot -21st - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hot -21st" 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 "Hot -21st" 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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Uh, uh, uh (Yeah)
Huh, uh (Uh)
This is (Uh) an old school Missy exclusive (Huh, ooh, ooh)
Look
I ain't on no rah-rah shit (Huh?)
You don't wanna test how far Miss get (Ooh)
Me and Timothy Carlz got kicks
But we don't drive around tryna prove you shit (Huh?)
Everyone tryna be that bitch (Ooh)
But there can only be one bitch that kicks (Oh)
I know I must make y'all sick
'Cause after I spit, you beg to quit (Uh)
I used to drive a 6 (6)
And then I bought a Murciélago to sit (Ooh)
On the plush leather seats, forget
Am I on my own shit? Yes, I must admit (Yeah)
And my S is it
Misdemeanor, have you seen her? I'm the best it get (Come on)
And those who try to test this chick (Uh)
Where they at right now? In peace restin' in (Uh)
If you broke, just say you broke (Broke)
'Cause all you blowin' up your ass is some smoke (Uh-huh)
'Cause rich folks, we buy boats
And you's a bum broke nigga, that's for sure (Uh-huh)
I know you broke, just say you broke (Ooh)
'Cause all you blowin' up your ass is some smoke (Oh)
'Cause rich folks, we buy boats
And you's a bum broke liar, that's for sure (For sure)
Yeah boo, you know you a joke
Wear a fake Rolex, call it a Ro' (Ooh)
Act like you down with so and so
Your wack on wax bows I came to throw (Huh?)
I might just let you mock my flow
For my autograph, take this flick to go
Cheese, Miss don't say no more
'Cause you know what I do and you know what I know
Oh, and I don't think so
You don't wanna lose an arm or elbow (Woo)
If you broke, then just say so
'Cause the Bentley that you're rentin', yo, it's got to go (Uh)
Back to the black man store
Along with your weave, cop a new afro (Huh?)
Why you wanna make me stoop so low?
But if you try to test me, I just check you slow (Come on)
If you broke, just say you broke (Broke)
'Cause all you blowin' up your ass is some smoke (Uh-huh)
'Cause rich folks, we buy boats
And you's a bum broke nigga, that's for sure (Uh-huh)
I know you broke, just say you broke (Ooh)
'Cause all you blowin' up your ass is some smoke (Oh)
'Cause rich folks, we buy boats
And you's a bum broke liar, that's for sure (For sure)
In the old school, we used to call out names (Woo)
But I ain't tryna give you no fame (Huh?)
My credit card gon' bring you pain
So know your account just hold change (Ooh)
No need to wreck your brains (Uh-huh)
Tryna see who Missy gon' slang (Uh)
I roll solo, not with a gang (Uh-huh)
I don't carry guns, kick ass with a chain (Yeah)
Don't let me say it again
I don't carry guns, kick ass with a chain (Watah)
Like a Chinese man
Reverse it, it's your verse, know what I'm sayin'? (Ooh)
If you broke, just say you broke (Broke)
'Cause all you blowin' up your ass is some smoke (Uh-huh)
'Cause rich folks, we buy boats
And you's a bum broke nigga, that's for sure (Uh-huh)
I know you broke, just say you broke (Ooh)
'Cause all you blowin' up your ass is some smoke (Oh)
'Cause rich folks, we buy boats
And you's a bum broke liar, that's for sure (For sure)
Dear Lord Almighty
I know when it's our time to go, it's our time to go
But when you come to carry us home
Do we not be entertainers anymore?
Do we just rest in peace or do we go back to see our family's pain?
Do we not remember here on Earth or come back as a new person again?
I ask these questions
Will Aaliyah, Lisa, 2Pac, Big Pun be our newest generation?
Because if so, like a Michael Jackson
Release, the whole world is anticipatin'
To see these fallen soldiers come back and get the crown they deserve
For givin' us great music
And great music that will always be heard
We love you