Lyrical Breakdown of Look At Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Look At Me" 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 "Look At Me" 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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[Intro: Prodigy] Wavy Never looking back Yeah [Verse 1: Prodigy] Nothin' that you sayin' makes sense to me (What?) I can't comprehend, you not talkin' money (Uh-uh) Real nigga shit only language I speak Niggas be dumbstruck, they gon' die hungry I'm crafty, real foxy My reptilian brain'll have you curled up tryna stop bleedin' Good nigga, I'm chill like the icebox Hood nigga, I'm sorry if you not Relatin' to a soldier, how could you? (How?) You a civilian, so how would you? (How?) Understand the life of power and privilege (Uh) You not privy to this grown-folk business (You not) Lil' nigga, stay on your rung And watch your fuck mouth, I'll cut out your tongue It's crazy (Yeah), 'cause all we want is laughter and love (Uh) And so we must keep the fuckers from around us (Beat it) [Chorus: Havoc, Prodigy] Keep thеm from around us, hit 'em with the pounders Thеy do not astound us, nigga, it's about us Built it from the ground up, stop frontin', crown us Not the same without us, give my nigga flowers Keep them from around us, hit 'em with the pounders They do not astound us, nigga, it's about us Built it from the ground up (No turning back), stop frontin', crown us Not the same without us, give my nigga flowers (Yo, what Hav' say?) [Verse 2: Havoc] Think you got a solid shot? Nigga, give it what you got Get your pasta popped, I'll just let your karma rock Heard she was a solid thot, out in Promenade Y'all be trustin' these hoes, that's what got him knocked If it's anything that I ever learned If the roof is on fire, let that motherfucker burn I ain't into holdin' hands, hand is on the straps (It can) Shit can happen anywhere, with a lie, that's all facts (Ah) Lay 'em like a doormat, bitch, you know the format Eyes on the door when I'm meetin', that's the norm, black Let me have to launch that, shit get nasty Get up outta there in a hooptie, nothin' fancy Last of a rare breed, youngins, they admire me Niggas wanna spite me, got 'em treadin' lightly Nothin' don't surprise me (Yeah), heard you got a bounty (One more time) On a nigga head, keep them niggas from around me [Chorus: Havoc] Keep them from around us, hit 'em with the pounders They do not astound us, nigga, it's about us Built it from the ground up, stop frontin', crown us Not the same without us, give my nigga flowers Keep them from around us, hit 'em with the pounders They do not astound us, nigga, it's about us Built it from the ground up, stop frontin', crown us Not the same without us, give my nigga flowers [Verse 3: Pusha T, Malice, Havoc] I'd rather rhyme with your spirit than these other niggas Ten years from now, question is, who was them niggas? Came in the game arm in arm with my brother, nigga All I see is murder, so it's really fuck them other niggas East Coast drug dealer, every Cuban smother niggas (Uh) See, they hate harder when they know the bitches love a nigga (Yeah) All we make is coupe music, make you drop your top down Think these niggas ready, son, take 'em to the block now Always wanna meet the plug, tell 'em niggas, "Not now" See you got a lot to say only when the cops 'round Never left the trenches, project benches (Uh) Bottega wishes, bodega senses (Yeah) Any time we mentioned, all you hear is classics Kilo, asterisks, doin' gymnastics (Uh-huh) Cop it up and crash it (Yeah), all the guns is plastic (Uh) Lookin' at you has-beens, nothin' like you bastards [Chorus: Havoc] Keep them from around us, hit 'em with the pounders They do not astound us, nigga, it's about us Built it from the ground up, stop frontin', crown us Not the same without us, give my nigga flowers Keep them from around us, hit 'em with the pounders They do not astound us, nigga, it's about us Built it from the ground up, stop frontin', crown us Not the same without us, give my nigga flowers