Lyrical Breakdown of Da Villa (feat. Slum Village) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Da Villa (feat. Slum Village)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Pete Rock weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Da Villa (feat. Slum Village)" 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 Pete Rock employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Oh... yeah... yeah (oh)...uh
S Villa, nigga, that's the crew when you rep' (Who?)
It's been a long time, we shouldn'ta left you (You!)
It's the S (move!), crushin' your best dude (dude)
Spitin darts so nigga bring your vest too
Villa nigga, That's the crew when you rep' (Who?)
It's been a long time, we shouldn'ta left you
It's the S move, crushin' your best dude
Spitin darts so nigga bring your vest too
(Guess who) just stepped in the basement with Pete?
Quick, swift with the flow boy S to the V
Hear the static in the records, the dust in the beat
Grimy like the ghettos when it's pitch black in the streets
Red alert nigga better beware, bring the heat
Soul Suvivor comin' through so it's hasta la vie
V.I.P. dog watch us just take it to the top
Plus we so Detroit like Murphy was in Robocop
Say we can't do a thing and man we ain't 'sposed
But I'm quick to return like I'm breakfast with the toast
Villa in the spot tryn'a gain and maintain, yeah (oh)
Tryna erase you lames, most slept in the game
Yeah yeah
Sharp, retaliate your fleet with animal instinct
Walk with alligator feet, talk like Keith through alleyway and street
Avenue crime scene locked in my rhyme scheme
When plottin to blow, like watchin' a disappearing *bomb string*
On Bin-Laden; I'm a vocal assassin, my throat is a handgun
When you think I'm chokin', I'm in motion to land one
And get you open - basically sick, facin' me, nah
Your bones'll get thrown through a masonry wall
Without me breakin' the bricks
Wit wallow in my venom
Split nozzle from a kit combo Get bravo from the womens
I'm well known to speak in heat of a minute
Like I'm linked to a cell phone, reachin' the limit
Meet yo untimely demise, I
Flow with the entire glow of a diamond insides
Let the fire blows from the cannon, I can win and I will
At random I peel steel like a mechanic that builds
And strip away, nibble on simple prey
Simple minded, whistle silent when I ripple my mental rage
Trip'll ride and then flee from the scene paid (hey)
I'm on your head like a wooden contraption
Collapsin' the guillotine blade
'Til your eyes is bigger than DMC's shades
Not the low B grades, we 4.0 with the flow
You see A's
[T3] Speak ghetto language for niggas to hold
Tarnish bubble-gum raps when I switch and turn gold
See the plaques on the wall but we platinum status
One is like a gauge and blow a nigga off the atlas
Man listen, I'll break them bad habits
For the pursuit of the green I gots to get the cabbage (yup!)
Me and my dudes, my man, we all savage
Can't reach the status quota your team, they all average
[Elzhi] Comin' outta the dark, I undoubtedly spark ironically
My sane mind sharp as James Bond part for Sean Connery
Your rhyme odyssey, possess a treacherous style
Bet you would bow if my nine possibly
Shot your knee on the left
Cuff gat, criminal act, tough rap, bust back
Like genital sacks that's gushin with something that resemble the Claps
You dealin' with a multiple *manic-depressin'
Instillin' panic and stress on all o' you