Lyrical Breakdown of Ashes To Ashes - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Naughty by Nature weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ashes To Ashes" 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 Naughty by Nature employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Y'all niggas is like the ash on the blunt Mm-hmm Dust y'all niggas off What's dirty, dirty? Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Nigga Treach, motherfucker Naughty By, naughty by The realness, naughty You heard of us Official sharp r- murderers Uh Yeah Bring it to 'em Uh Brooklyn, New York It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust When we touched and tucked, watch we fuck shit up Knock, pop the prankster Stop, hot to thank ya Ain't gotta like me sheisty, but better respect my gangsta Better stop like you a quick GLOCK swinger My rap sheet's long and crooked like Chris Rock's fingers They still linger I peeled and hit jello, put some manure on Wax 'cause, see, the weirder shit's sellin' Half-hearted niggas is still tellin' shit smellin' Chip your fuckin' melon, flip your fuckin' felons, yellin', "Money I'll crack a melon." Rotten Rascals get the herd out the nerd out I put the word out, like, "We're doubt." BoLos With some ass, with BoBos, with some mad shit I'm back shit Oh boy, they old bastard Jersey to Cali way Heard me? I'm wildin', bae Grind hater ployin' all them killers in your alleyway Duck, you motherfucker Run past another knuckle We buck them motherfuckers who touch our motherfuckers Scream, "Mayday." Full of bullshit Some say they bull- it Suck your bitch nipple till they swell up like AK bullets I'm an unleashed lunatic Blit-blit, the booming sick fishermen Upon you in the net with the tuna fish I'm the nigga with the bigger shit No gibberish It's niggerish You figure this with Icarus BK to NJ, yes, in fact, you know the T- To-R-to-I-to-E-to-H-to-Z-to-H is back It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust When we touched and tucked, watch we fuck shit up Fuck shit up! Ashes to ashes and dust to dust When we touched and tucked, watch we fuck shit up Fuck shit up! We don't give a fuck about you or fuck about them or fuck about... We don't give a fuck about you or fuck about them Or fuck about- Yo, this nigga Treach done call Ick on his watch like Michael when he called kick Y'all better all split or all get what you asking for You bastards know we'll have your casket closed Y'all want us to blast the four and leave the Top of your fucking head split like a pistachio Pass the dro Shorty getting mad at Ick 'cause when I Got out, my car tried to bag the bitch When she fronted, he told her she got saggy tits That day, the Benz had me pissed We mastered this Y'all know we run the city of rap This the reunion Nigga, Treach and Penny is back So I told him, simply relax Give me the gat, point 'em out, and I'mma lay all the enemies flat We gots to mash you GLOCKS will blast you This is GMG and Rottin' Rascals, nigga Asses to ashes and dust to dust When we touched and tucked, watch, we fuck shit up Fuck shit up! Ashes to ashes and dust to dust When we touched and tucked, watch we fuck shit up Fuck shit up! We don't give a fuck about you or fuck about him or fuck about We don't give a fuck about you or fuck about him or fuck about- It's Bumpy Knucks and I don't vibe with niggas who's subside with niggas I spit half of this 32 clip, and I'll subside you niggas See, I suffer from a manic depressive paranoia I feel you think about me, and I'm coming for you I keep the clapping in the party when I show up All the thugs in the house, get a little less hearty Bumpy don't care who you shot, who you rhyme With, or who your homeboys doing time with These niggas know the motherfucker that shit on the game Hot one from the stomach and spit on the name Gotta stand close to blast, I got bad aim You a small dog fucking with a killer great dane Feel me? Don't let them gas you, make you want to do it Spit a verse so nasty the biters won't chew it I'll clap to your body, sweat red fluid You'll be a rapper with no arms trying to pull through it Check it out You must respect the three X's That's me Tired of white boys stealing from the real MC? Don't make me test that chin, brother You might see that it get ugly You'll be a fat vanilla I-C-E Hardcore underground niggas, I run 'em Hardcore underground wannabe niggas, I son 'em And their hardcore gangster homeboys, I gun 'em And I aim for the ticker, nigga, make sure I one 'em Come on Asses to ashes and dust to dust When we touched and tucked, watch, we fuck shit up Fuck shit up! Ashes to ashes and dust to dust When we touched and tucked, watch, we fuck shit up Fuck shit up! We don't give a fuck about you or fuck about him or fuck about We don't give a fuck about you or fuck about him or fuck about Ashes to ashes and dust to dust When we touched and tucked, watch, we fuck shit up Fuck shit up! Ashes to ashes and dust to dust When we touched and tucked, watch, we fuck shit up Fuck shit up! We don't give a fuck about you or fuck about him or fuck about We don't give a fuck about you or fuck about him or fuck about We don't... Yo, yo, what the deal, yo? This is Big Ib aka Chaos the Druid Know what I'm saying? I'm holding it down for Naughty By Nature, Double Eye Con For all y'all motherfuckers that was popping shit that I had to go up top on in the day room down Bordentown Yardsville, Rahway ass in all that, yo, I told y'all Y'all niggas thought it was a game We about to see what's popping Hawthorne Ninja Massive What? You don't know?