Lyrical Breakdown of There That Go - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "There That Go" 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 "There That Go" 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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Alchemist, Alchemist And my nephew called Alchemist It's the drama hour, it ain't no time to cower You nervous, your hands clammy, got your brain leakin' like chowder What's sweet without the sour? What's black without the power? What's M-O-B-B without Loud Records? A little louder King, who the fuck could crown you? A mean flow or this ratchet, which one you gon' battle? Which I just lick it off, you faggots is sniffin' powder Geeked up, my heat's up, Havoc why they doubt ya Call me the silent partner, Q-B the Parson, the knocker Arch you to wherever, armed with a revolver For your daily departure, the pound's a fuckin' barber 'Cause it'll really part ya like Leroy the Barber Chocolate and more darker, black whip, the black rims Get your buddy in the freezer cold, the hammer's in my pocket Dump and reload, nah, I ain't a peaceful marcher What goes around comes around, hollows full of karma Don't get your fuckin' head blowed off We done carried these guns for sure Have you layin' in a puddle of blood On the floor like, "There that go" Don't get your fuckin' head blowed off We done carried these guns for sure Have you layin' in a puddle of blood On the floor like, "There that go" Homie, you bitches jail, you'd rather stay locked in You couldn't stand the pressure of population You a meal, out in the streets, you a bitch How you gon' let that soldier next to you die, kid? You not my blood, nah, you a crossbreed You can send loads of goons, platoons and ranks You not my cuz, you better send for backup, B See because I'm 'bout to show you why you need tanks When you hear them bangs, those is not fireworks, man One hole'll change your face,'specially in the head You heard us and changed your style and thuggin' instead You saw us and said, "Wow, that's how I wanna flip it" Them niggas is hard, even your girls love the Mobb And we money over bum bitches, still they wanna slob Still have 'em in the house, in they panties and they bras And these the same broads y'all pledged matrimony for Don't get your fuckin' head blowed off We done carried these guns for sure Have you layin' in a puddle of blood On the floor like, "There that go" Don't get your fuckin' head blowed off We done carried these guns for sure Have you layin' in a puddle of blood On the floor like, "There that go"