Lyrical Breakdown of Right Back At You - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Right Back At You" 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 "Right Back At You" 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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94, 95
Is all about crim
Yeah, yeah, check it out
Now run for your life or you wanna get your heat, whatever
We can die together
As long as I send your maggot ass to the essence
I don't give a fuck about my presence
I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait
For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
24-7, Mac 11 is my people
So why you wanna end your little life like this
'Cause now you bump head with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive the last night
Damn, right, I ain't trying to fight
We can settle this like some grown men on the concrete floor
My slugs will put a stop to your hardcore
Ways of action, I grab the gat and
Ain't no turning back when I start blasting
Pick up the handle and insert the potion
Cock the shit back in a calm like motion
No signs of anger or fear 'cause you the one in danger
Never share your plans with a stranger, word is born
I put the glock on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get busy without your crew
Let's get it on (get it on) nigga, do what we gotta do
You bucking me, I'm bucking right back at you
Check it out, check it out, check it out now
Check it out, check it out, check it out now
Check it out, check it out, check it out now
Fuck where you're at kid, it's where you're from
'Cause where I'm from, nigga's pack nothing but the big guns
Around my way, nigga's don't got no remorse for out of towners
Come through fronting and get stuffed with the three pounder
The loud sounder, ear ringer
And I'm a point the finger on all you wannabe gun slingers
You got a real ice grill but are you really real
Step to the hill and I'm a test your gun skills
'Cause real nigga's don't try to profile
You just a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwhyle
But swing that bullshit this way
And I'm a make your visit to the bridge a muthafuking short stay
Queensbridge, that's where I'm from
The place where stars are born and phony rappers get done
Six blocks and you might not make it through
What you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you
With macs and tech's to lend to get your dome crush
You thought that you could come around my way, you big stupid fuck
What the hell you smoking, what the fuck possessed you
To come out your face, now I have to wet you
Throw on my times, black mask and black? serpent?
Twist a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30
Cause I, put in a drop on you kid now I got you
You got the heart to get busy without your crew
Let's get it on, nigga do what we got to do
You walking meal walking right back at you
Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it live
Rocking Convertibles, drop tops and mad high
Peace to that whiz kid and players on his team
Who's organise, all eyeballs is on cream
And your whole clique got nothing but raw shit
Whip after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks
Your whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable
In the jungle, banging Nas, Mobb Deep and Wu
There's money out there, guns catch crumbs, those are your sons
Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns
You know what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in siran
Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand
Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now surrender
Get ninja on the island, plus the Bridge, boy remember
My little thug's selling drugs and he's struggling
The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow down cousin
But he vexed and nigga's getting wet up in the projects
But with no doubt, shorties out for his respect
But is his brain insane from the lie
From smoking that 118 chiny tye
Why?, a nigga just died last week
As he swore he was growing, he's a thug in the street
But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac
His eyes is wild wit the rezzy monkey on his back
But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed
With a firepack, don't even go there 'cause it ain't like that
Slow down baby, he said, what, you trying to play me
You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me
Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me
Thug's selling drug, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy