Lyrical Breakdown of We The Real Thing - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "We The Real Thing" 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 "We The Real Thing" 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] Real street shit Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Prodigy] I got so many niggas plottin' on my head And real gangstas contemplate my death Real street shit Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama Nigga, we the real thing I got so many niggas plottin' on my head And real gangstas contemplate my death Real street shit Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama (Yeah) Nigga, we the real thing [Verse 1: Prodigy] I'm fresh out the can, still smellin' like jack mack' Body chiseled up and I'm lookin' for my slide-back In that top tier, it's no fear in my blood cells I'm knockin' down whoever stand in my way Them gun shells'll fall like raindrops when them things pop Thе same old song, a million times, it don't stop Your violencе is edible, your death is inevitable When you comin' at me with that bull My knife'll impale you, you pussy, I smell you I can show you better than I can tell Ooh, this is my favorite part of it all My dick hard, my hormones bark for war For blood, for the stuff that'll spook you out And have shit runnin' down your pant leg, you child I don't give a good goddamn 'bout your rap sheet 'Bout your street credit score, I smack beef And wipe the corners of my mouth with your white tee Then pick my teeth with your bones, don't entice me Don't invite me to eat food, I'm a hog I'm a jungle king, the top of the chain, dog [Chorus: Prodigy] Got so many niggas plottin' on my head And real gangstas contemplate my death Real street shit Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama Nigga, we the real thing I got so many niggas plottin' on my head And real gangstas contemplate my death Real street shit Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama Nigga, we the real thing, real thing [Interlude: Havoc] It's QB, we always gon' rise to the occasion You know what I'm sayin'? Niggas don't know, but they seen it Or they'll see (Ayo) [Verse 2: Havoc, Havoc & Prodigy] QB in this bitch, nigga, we can air it out Party, tell the whole crew we the ones you hear about Wildin' out, shuttin' shit down, we responsible More bodies than a world war, shit get volatile Rap beef, what beef? This is real beef Carnivore when we eat, niggas dead meat Deadly, lettin' off a medley of bullets with the fully Goin' out to the fullest, whole team crooked Whole game shook it, with the pain, took it To another level, gave a flyin' fuck, whole world lookin' We in your face with it, say it with your chest Put some bass in it, can't find the body, cold case with it Let me finish up, Mobb, know we level up Y'all just level one, quit, we already won H-A-V-O-C, King P Not up for debate, nigga, we the real thing [Chorus: Prodigy] Got so many niggas plottin' on my head And real gangstas contemplate my death Real street shit Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama Nigga, we the real thing I got so many niggas plottin' on my head And real gangstas contemplate my death Real street shit Fuck a rap beef, I got real drama Nigga, we the real thing, real thing