Lyrical Breakdown of Down South Funk - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Down South Funk" 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 "Down South Funk" 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.
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All the way to motherfuckin' Georgia

Upto Tennessee

To motherfuckin' Texas

To North motherfuckin' Carolina

Yeah, South fuckin' Carolina

Yeah, deep down, gritty Alabama

Funk for your funkin' ass, nigga

Ha ha, barefoot walkin' motherfuckers

Yo, guess who's 'bout to stomp tonight?

Three seniors, rockin' the mic, catchin' misdemeanors

So charge us with what whatever you feel

Balls of steel, clappin' those with rap deals

Fuck hot, I'm lukewarm and still perform like a champ

Battle 'bout, airing your ass out

So who's dropping shit on what day? My click's the greatest

Chill or feel the effect of hiatus

Shit shuts down when the squad's around

It gets thinner, it's hexed like white man from town

Three the hard way can't be touched

My style's too faraway, to capture, even with help from N.A.S.A.

I'm what they call, a living legend, sha pow

That's what they call, a Mac-11, sha pow

There's two on the way down, blaow blaow

Here's two more, blaow blaow nigga

Is y'all niggaz down to ride?

(Man listen)

Would you kill for your life?

(Man listen)

Can you get busy all night?

(Man listen)

I got the down south funk when I clown out punk ass

Police wanna call dogs and sound off pumps

I short your Blaupunkt's if you thump my tape

Yo dial funk if you're mo' stiff than Riker's Isle bunks

Get out your seat, E, spit out the beat

The tracks plow underground concrete out the streets

From baldies to fades, when I rock M.C.'s

Wave more flags than Puerto Rican Day parade

And give up, I got the rare footage, of fiends walkin' barefooted

Off my rhyme don't dare cook it

You might fall in to intervene and New Jacks

And they girl become pookie and that, prom queen

That body bag won't fit you tonight

You wanna blow up? Drop the mic, stick to the pipe

Hand to hand my crew'll cripple your click in a fight

Take my tapes way down south and triple the price

Step up on the scene like, "Whazzup? Hey sugah"

Before you cock-tease Doc, how that cash put up?

And only way I stop til your click say when

They had enough, 'cause I could bump to six A.M.

Is y'all niggaz down to ride?

(Man listen)

Would you kill for your life?

(Man listen)

Can you get busy all night?

(Man listen)

My life is a rap, each song is a flashback

Of antagonizing anxiety attacks

The beat hits the ground and the earth cracks

Niggaz be like, "Oh no not them!", yeah we back

With rhythmatic articulation, godforsaken

Sick manifestations, pump pump in your face then

The lyrical force that I put in a rhyme

Will hit you with more power than a molecule enzyme

No matter who, what, when, where, how, I'll lay you down

With a sick illed out fictitious style

Yo, we all represent the hood, the only difference

Between us is that we make this shit look good

Programmable annual slammable

You light as a rock and I cram to understand you

So for niggaz on a mission kissin' ass and dissin'

We get even like an ambidextrous, man listen

Is y'all niggaz down to ride?

(Man listen)

Would you kill for your life?

(Man listen)

Can you get busy all night?

(Man listen)

Is y'all niggaz down to ride?

(Man listen)

Would you kill for your life?

(Man listen)

Can you get busy all night?

(Man listen)