Lyrical Breakdown of Baby C'Mon - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ol' Dirty Bastard weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Baby C'Mon" 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 Ol' Dirty Bastard 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 Ol' Dirty Bastard's narrative.

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Yo, are you taping baby? Baby are you taping? Oh yeah Baby baby come on, baby come on, baby come on What the fuck anybody want to do? Right motherfucking now! Ah I'm the dog who's ahead of the lords Dirty bastard from the Wu-Tang squad Can I get raw, yes I get dirty to the floor Rhymes, hittin' on your mind, you could never ignore Hip-hop to me is like a place to be My specialty from me to you is emcee Say what you want to say, baby say I flip the microphone-ah, any day I'm mad swift because I got that gift of gab Niggas get mad, your ass never had This talent that I got will resound the spot MC's, you got paid a lot You ever notice a black man damn mostly slams When it come to the money yo it ain't funny It's what you gotta do what you got to do Come on, can I get a Wu-Tang Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, it's on your brain I get riggy diggy raw when it's time to get On the dance floor shotgun kill the shit Blow, then you won't step to me Thinking is he really raw as he said he'd be If I wasn't really raw, standing here on the floor You'd be like boo he ain't no hardcore Niggas play like they live but won't survive Jumpin' up and down ticklin' that jive when you ticklin' gab I'm an average man, G-O-D fan Let it be known who's the champ, Wu-Tang clan! It's coming through and Wu, boy it's bad too! Throw your hands in the air, if you don't care Who, the Ol' Dirty Bastard be Oh me on my, you be hoppin' on my shit just like a fly Bzzt, all around The dirtiest stinkin' sound down to the ground What what, what you want to do? What you want to do when I'm coming for you? I'm gonna give it to ya, baby, baby Baby