Lyrical Breakdown of Waiting On It (Baby Girl) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Waiting On It (Baby Girl)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Rapsody weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Waiting On It (Baby Girl)" 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 Rapsody 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 Rapsody's narrative.
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R-A-P-S-O-D-Y
Cause she's better than y'all, better than all
Serving no waiter, her time is now, fuck waiting on it
It's showtime, baby, own it
R-A-P-S-O-D-Y
Cause she's better than y'all, better than all
Serving no waiter, her time is now, fuck waiting on it
It's showtime, baby girl, own it
Uh, I ain't Amish, but yo I promise
When I'm in the field you can bet I'm gon' keep it honest
Suspend you in time like self portraits, I guess I'm Mona
A perfect picture of what you get when you really on it, focused
Wrote it knowing you wouldn't probably get what I quoted
Off gate, it's just bait, when you get it late, bam, it's over
Bam, it's over, we taking back what we showed them
I know the routine, I'm a giant on giant shoulders
I see farther than that little midget that Jay Hova had quoted
And yeah I wrote it, more scary now that you know it
Uh, yeah, I'm pitching dope off, no squares
No blocks, been hot so who cares?
What the hell you driving? We still thriving
Your money don't make me money, honey, I'm still diving
Breaking water that's labor for all the daughters
I've been working so when they older everything's back in order
Rap-sody, more heat, yo Chachi
Tell these niggas they ain't fucking with us
I went to masses, told them my classes higher
No need to harass them, they say when you touch fire
They won't do it again, when you learn it burn like IYAAAH
It's funny when I think prior
You thought you was the shit, now you just may have to retire
Call me sire or
Uh, I play chess, uh, and jump checkers
To anyone wanna check us
You get played lowkey, I'm more thorough than all your records
You make moves to make money
I make money from all my methods
Man whew, and my crew make all the best shit
That's Eric G on it, whew
I rose like your face to make up for shit that you do
Bust Smith & Wessons, I'm a weapon to those wept on you
That's that whip appeal, you gon' know my name for real
Baby, I'm