Lyrical Breakdown of Jam 4 U - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Jam 4 U" 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 "Jam 4 U" 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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Yo, this is for motherfuckers

That talk that sellout shit

I just want to jam 4 you

I just want to jam 4 you, everybody get up

I just want to jam 4 you

I just want to jam 4 you, get on up

"Get down, get down, on down", like James Brown plus I get down

But for now I, "Get on up", rhythm and funk

Makes you hump like Technotronic, I'll make the Jam Pump

Strong to the finish when I freak the fly gimmick like

"Du na da du duh", without eating my damn spinach

'Cause when I'm on a roll, that's when Redman start

To chill, round off backflip cartwheel

"Ahh, you guessed it", I know

When my afro grow that mean more rhymes to flow

But I continue, on the menu, and send you

On a jam that earthquakes the whole damn venue

It's like this, it's like that, I won't slack

I pack more steel than the cops pack blackjacks

Word is bond, the quiet storm broke your arm

When I sound off from here all the way to Hong Kong

Drop pound for pound to throw down and strut

Yo E what's that funk mode? "Get on up"

I just want to jam 4 you

I just want to jam 4 you, everybody get up

I just want to jam 4 you

I just want to jam 4 you, get on up

Check this out here, let the rough cut cut your ear

Hit Squad's the crew, I'm twenty-two and Beck's the beer

Float like Muhammad, roll-on like Secret

Me rip, the crowd in half on the sneak tip

'Til they crumble, too humble for you to stumble

I sting like a bu-bee while the others bum-bumble

Don-dan-dan, do-do-dan-ding

Extremely wild, like the hair on Don King

'Cause I kick the mode to make your brain explode

It's the huh, the funk, now I'm known around the globe

So buckle up, hush up, while I freak the funk to get down

With the sound, grab my bozack then I freeze now

On your mark, get ready, get set, let's go

With the flow to jet like Delta, or Jesse O.

Whiz with the bends I clean my front lens

With a system, that knocks harder than Rin-Tin-Tin

Without question, I'm flexy when I'm sexin'

Wicked when I Kick It like A Tribe Called Quest-in

The rude Redman rip backbones and hips to bits

Then split ya from your wrist to your armpits

But true indeed, since pop's dropped the seed

I knew I'd be, the funkiest brother that ever bleeds

Rough and rugged, more nuggets in the bucket

That's dum dum dollars and yes Redman love it

Pound for pound, I throw down to make ya strut

Yo E what's that funk mode? "Get on up"

I just want to jam 4 you

I just want to jam 4 you, everybody get up

I just want to jam 4 you

I just want to jam 4 you, get on up