Lyrical Breakdown of Ova Da Wudz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how OutKast weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ova Da Wudz" 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 OutKast 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 OutKast's narrative.

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Something's gotta give! Yeah, nahmsayin'? Herring homes, uh, martel homes, carver homes, tekwood Martin luther king (uh), bankhead Under-cover, over the hills and through the woods I go Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin' fo' yo' throat But not no guillotine see, we be them southern players Remember the football socks, aerobic Reeboks and Decaturs, now You up to par and ready fo' yo' lesson I got an ounce of dank and a couple of drinks So let's crank up the session Like Tri-City high school, was pullin' 'em in a broke down Rabbit I spit a couple of words and layin' em down was just a habit Just like smokey, choking off the few weed that we rolled up Talkin' about the click will get you laid down hella swoled up Hootie Hoo slapped ya boys across the cheek wit' Isotoners And went to tell yo' momma and yo' poppa that you was a goner Tell 'em Big Boi did it, I swear that nigga be rhymin' Every lyric that he spit be turnin charcoals into Diamonds and Pearls Girl when you givin' up them draws, 'cause I got a couple of niggas down the hall That want to hit it too, I'm not the type to be actin' selfish Set it out and let it out and I'll be right back just like Elvis 'Cause the postman rings twice Hey Mr. Postman Power, power, I come gimme some The deadly voice over drums, we from, A-T-L Put the S.W.A.T.S., S.W.A.T.S. on yo' car Let's travel far, the southern star shines Power, power, I come gimme some The deadly voice over drums, we from, A-T-L Put the S.W.A.T.S., S.W.A.T.S. on yo' car Let's travel far, the southern star shines Everybody wanna get signed, but (here to tell you) Record companies act like pimps Gettin' paid off what we made when we the ones that's fly like blimps But ain't no Goodyear, I tell it like it is so I'm like look here Just willin' to get what I deserve my kids to have a mother And a lil' house, with a dog in the backyard goin' "Woof-woof" Who knows what I'ma say soon's I leave this recording booth Poof, back in the real world where birds fly (fly) From Miami by way of Cuba to whoever wants to get that high (high) There's clouds of clowns, seas of G's Projects, packed with players meditating on they knees Just to make them ends meet, like ground beef, you won't believe The shit that niggas attempt 'cause they got other mouths to feed Besides they own Power, power, I come gimme some The deadly voice over drums, we from, A-T-L Put the S.W.A.T.S., S.W.A.T.S. on yo' car Let's travel far, the southern star shines Power, power, I come gimme some The deadly voice over drums, we from, A-T-L Put the S.W.A.T.S., S.W.A.T.S. on yo' car Let's travel far, the southern star shines There's some hoes in this house, damn right I'm thinkin' about the way you skull me, guzz me Suckin' me dry like deserts Mojave, Gotti, hotties and honeydips Likin' the way you do me, screw me it make my money flip Shakin' that ass for daddy puttin' this gas off in my Cadillac Back, don't ever snap, packin' the gats and pimpin' whores Hors d'oevres, swerve, hit the curb because I'm reckless Back in the days when I was broke I'd snatch yo' fuckin' necklace Yo, puss-ass nigga, yeah