Lyrical Breakdown of Gettin' High - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gettin' High" 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 "Gettin' High" 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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Rayson, Zu Keeper] Aiyyo, what's up nigga? Roll up that shit. Yo, where you comin' from, nigga? The fuck you talkin' 'bout? I'm comin' from Franklin. Nigga, Brooklyn Zu. Yo, I got a badge. You got a badge? Nigga, just give me $5. A'ight. You know I'm sayin', du'? Word up. Now which one of you niggaz really got dough? None o' us. Yo, yo, yo. We some GQ, get fresh, lamp a lot niggaz Lettin' all the world know, we be gettin' high What's up, nigga? Look how you strong, workin' 'em off Got that hoe-ass bitch tellin' you you ain't worth it no more She fuckin' while you on tour, the nigga next door Y'all even played basketball, should've punched ya in ya jaw Now nigga need to stay on tour, 10 g's is worth more She's a chickenhead whore, tryin' to score I knew a bitch like that before, named Mo' What a mink in the snow, a rink on the toe 12 O'Clock know, a bitch never want a bitch Bitch! Yo 12, this bitch Sky livin' in Bed-stuy Used to be a hon' until she started gettin' high The high school prom queen, now she prom fiend Her man was 85, so he sold her a dream Told her he was rich, so she sucked his dick Swallowed all his cum and she didn't even spit Suckin' him off in the whip, he loved that bitch He loved that bitch. he loved that bitch I know this nigga on the Hill who got mad mils Some masses, got credit cards, I mean this nigga got big bills Well, anyway, I'ma sick him Cuz his girl Dawn put me on to the whole? She say he don't be home to caress her So I undressed her and made her feel better He got the safe in the basement under the cemented floor So what more, could you ask for?