Lyrical Breakdown of All About It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "All About It" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Mobb Deep weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "All About It" 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 Mobb Deep 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 Mobb Deep's narrative.

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Yeah, dough rollers, cake makers Bread winners, dead serious I take mines in blood if they try stoppin' me gettin' it It's nothin' you can tell me, I am deadly with this shit here I am bout my business, we ain't bout this nightmare I got you, you sleepin' on my niggas ready to fuck up We more flier, more higher, more fire, we burnin' up I just made 300k rappin' on stage Y'all niggas broke, stay the fuck away from me I am D, I am king, I am nothing like y'all No purple light, I'm too ill, you niggas is not dope Europe and you don't count, homie, you'z a pussycat You fashion is trash and yo whole style is whack You can't rap, you can't bag, no bad bitches, you soft as fuck Copy us, you a thief nigga, you're lucky I don't just beat you up Look, fuck you and your doors, huh! Sit down, shut the fuck up You envy I every move, please stop frontin' We all about it, all about it You official like me?! Yeah, I doubt it All about it, we all about it You G'ed up like we?! Yeah, I doubt it We all about it, all about it You official like me?! Yeah, I doubt it All about it, we all about it You G'ed up like we?! Yeah, I doubt it Nigga, we a story line, shit we do, we do all the time You just a corny nigga that lie up in yo rap lines No hood pass can pass through Real niggas dead, you sone Yellow tail between yo legs Afraid of that jugg, son We be in that party, there to bring that balance That shit too goodjie, oh God, there go Heaven Sippin' on sum' like mind on them asses Skip all that smalltalk, find a motel, do bad shit I be on my ab shit, get money, get more money Couldn't burp all of me, that paper just be callin' me This major league, I ain't intrigued Put yo base at the mountain part, every time I sing All day, nahwimean? Y'all niggas down the cream Did what I had to, the hood brought out the best of me Prime time, it's on, son, Mobb in that far front Life not so awesome until you had a foursome Three hoes! We all about it, all about it You official like me?! Yeah, I doubt it All about it, we all about it You G'ed up like we?! Yeah, I doubt it We all about it, all about it You official like me?! Yeah, I doubt it All about it, we all about it You G'ed up like we?! Yeah, I doubt it