Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Next Shit" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how undefined weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "The Next Shit" 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 undefined employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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[Busta Rhymes]
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
We bout to introduce the next millennium rap now
Pharoahe Monch (yea yea yea), Busta Rhymes (uh huh uh huh)
That'll bang your head shit (right right yea yea yea)
What you talkin' about yea
[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch Busta Rhymes]
[Pharoahe Monch]
The next millennium rap now everybody listen
Condition yourself to be knocked out of commission
Watch out! Cause this is a new world transmission
Permission to shine now our time to glisten
[Pharoahe Monch and Busta Rhymes]
The next shit (x16)
[Pharoahe Monch]
Yo yo yo, I scatter data that'll hammer niggas' catamaran then,
Around yaks cop figures like not stranded
The last batter to hit, blast shattered your hit
Smash any splitter or fastball, that'll be it
Didn't figure the ridiculous flow will hit vigorously
Triggerin' a rigorous amount of energy
That'll be definitely needed defeat a foe who retreated
Back, see no need to repeated it
Permission to shine, stop this and rewind that
Back, listen and find Pharoahe Monch, the rhymes phat
You run up on him without a gun I run up on 'em
Excel 'em, sell 'em verbally never seen me comin'
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo Busta Rhymes, the imperial lyrical you heard
Kill like the one syllable word
The criminal of the lyrical killin' you pitiful
Niggas, leavin' you in a critical, destroyin' ya mineral
Back when I was scramblin' in front of the deli
Live on a celly, which was in a street rippin' on shiny for really
Now every milli-second I try to reckon with niggas for jackin'
Like they really thuggin' I ain't even checkin'
How niggas could try to act like they really them