Lyrical Breakdown of Only Ones - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Only Ones" 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 "Only Ones" 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.
• 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 Naughty by Nature's narrative.

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We don't have any connection in the drug game Any connection in the drug game Any connection in the drug game We don't, we don't, we don't, we don't, we don't, we don't Any connection in the drug game Any connection in the drug game Any connection in the drug game We don't, we don't, we don't, we don't, we don't, we don't Boom-boom-ba-bit-bit, my door's gettin' kicked in I'm tired of gettin' a lock then but busted for nothin' We're as legit as it can get Jump off the dillznick, I got a legal million on my hit We bust our asses, sprayed the grasses And the court, I outlast it, 'cause bitch I pay taxes I say oh how now, not now, but pow! I did my dirt when I did it, so I wouldn't have to do it now Now, how you like me now, ow The truth hurt it, don't it? And a black man own it You tried settin' up the fellas 'Cause you can't taste the cookie and a rookie cop's jealous And you can rake 'til the trees can't shade Gonna drop the gate, take the papes, I can't wait Don't put me with the dope hate 'Cause I'm finding no case, so save any Raid for the roach parade We don't have any connection in the drug game Any connection in the drug game Any connection in the drug game We don't, we don't, we don't, we don't, we don't, we don't I go where I gotta, to get to where I'm gonna Diss you if I wanna, zoom your ass to the corner Stopping troops and weed, time to mute the fleet Watch me shoot your sleeves, fuck your boots and beads Bomb your tower, I'm the pow-wow who know The White House will be sprayed black with two coats Or when I fight, pick a night, I'll pick tonight You're so scrapped broke, it seems you dream in black and white You ought to shave from your nose to your navel 'Cause the knots under your chin looks like the gum under the table You say you're down with the fight now Then uhh, your ass back to Africa right now I guess it's too much heat for your sheet Too many lyrics to compete, so you can't come complete I can't wait to face the phony one 'Cause when it comes to us and y'all, we're the only ones We're the only ones We're the only ones We're the only ones We're the only ones We're the only ones The only ones The only ones The only ones Pick a bush of the mushes, the prayers or the wishes Man, when I get mad, I might go smoke sticker bushes, huh Might come with a swing or just say, "Oh, what?" Frat, let your girl kick you in the nutsack And don't let me hear that sorry bull 'Cause I hit you in the face with a marble hapoon Illin' from the illin' Illtown Drillin', willin' chill now, 'cause I'm feelin' I'ma ill now I can't help it if you're weak well Since you rob me, seek help, but first here's a seatbelt You owe me like your girl's a roamer Now I own her And every night I bone her in a coma Then slip it out like a benzy, fuck her in a frenzy Did much dirt but still ain't a G Cook your ugly ass cute You went and tried to jump in the Flavor Before you knew we had the mad juice You tried to step on a paragraph past Belfast That's like sittin' in hell with a gassed ass I'll always be the lonely one Now a scrap-ass like you, we're proud to be the only ones We're the only ones We're the only ones We're the only ones We're the only ones We're the only ones The only ones The only ones The only ones