Lyrical Breakdown of Da Bump - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Original rude bowy on your scene

Everybody light your blunts, get your smoke on

All you bitches drop your drawers witcha stinkin' ass

Just roll that weed, roll that weed

Just roll that weed, roll that weed

Ayo, yes, it's me the MC Grand Royal

You spittin' that 'Newcleus', I suggest you 'Jams on it'

I'm not a role model, I cracks the Beck's bottle

Smoke blunts, play pretty MC's as sex models

So inhale, exhale, what you smell?

Derail the frail blind MC off my trail

If he use Braille, see, I never been touched

Regulate the street tactics, then parlay in the cut

Lay back and hit this, while I shit this

Flip this, get some ass flow at long distance

And plus I pack nine inches in my britches

And keep an instant lit for the funky ass bitches

Newark, New Jersey's on the map, comprende?

And confrontations start from the blunts and the Reme

And if any MC out there wanna test

Call my boy, Poppa C to put a slug in your vest

Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine

By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit

So turn the volume up a notch

And watch the da bump, da bump, make your speakers pop

Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine

By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit

So turn the volume up a notch

And watch the da bump, da bump, make your speakers pop

Ow, shit, I'm just one hip nigga

Shit is off the hook when my crew is in the mixture

What I deliver, over tracks and rivers

Is makin' your lungs collapse and quiver

It's the PPP foundation in your ass

We be the bomb like that Oklahoma blast

Then outlast a few clowns, sounds

Raps, stay bein' the mack like Dru Down

Ask me what I smoke and I say, "It's the method"

Funk off the hook, I leave shit disconnected

What's the name of that town rollin' up trees?

Jersey smokin' up the bombazee

It don't stop, you better move slowly

I make that chest wet and cosy

Then dip Lowkey like OG's

Then inject that antidote to make you O.D.

You know a better flower get the dough, G and show me?

I bet you, I make 'em more pussy than Josie

And show 'em 'How High I am' just from the nosebleed

I keep it 'Naughty By Nature'

Kick that rugged shit that Maybelline could make-up, lace up

Yeah, Funk Doctor, represent one time

For all the blunt smokers smokin' weed

(Yeah yeah, yeah, that's how we do)

Let me hear you go ooh (ooh)

Smoke lalala (smoke lalala)

Let me hear you go ooh (ooh)

Smoke lalala (smoke lalala)

Funk Doctor got your ass locked down proper

Let me next blast derelicts, binaca

I'ma star at war, smoke blunts, don't Chewbacca

The head banger boogie for the marijuana shoppers

Lace the tracks with stacks of artifacts

Make the police arrest me for givin' the cardiac

'Cause I'm the shitter, head banger, non-quitter

20 blunt a day nigga, Landcruise whipper

I represent, commence to beat an instrument

Who's next to get that ass bent ten percent?

I make your boo pass off your jewels, you lose

'Cause I am so cool

React up on it, 'I got five on it'

Met some hoochie, now I got 55 on it

With two Coronas, I dominate my opponents

To the hardcore niggas, keep on, motherfucker

Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine

By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit

So turn the volume up a notch

And watch the da bump, da bump, make your speakers pop

Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine

By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit

So turn the volume up a notch

And watch the da bump, da bump, make your speakers pop

Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine

By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit