Lyrical Breakdown of On Fire - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "On Fire" 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 "On Fire" 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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Them bitches swear they fly

We on fire tonight and the place is lookin' steamy

We on fire tonight, we on fire tonight

And the place is lookin' steamy, we on fire tonight

Now everytime I grab the mic, I always start shit up

Sharper than your double edger, watch me cough shit up

Live and direct, respect it to the Underground Connect

I'm wreckin' any MC you select

Yo E, load me in your gun, light the flares

Give me forty eight bars and I go out like gays at Billy Bear

Wear and tear, I'm wreckin' for the Bricks is where

Jump in my way and get your body splattered everywhere

Conjunction, junction, what's your function?

It's that nigga who's so swift, I could lose a compass

Step into jams with seven niggaz in a land

And forty motherfuckers in some fucked up caravan

Drop the Fahrenheit back down to zero

Bring heat to the streets like I'm Pacino and DeNiro

Raw dog material, grand imperial

Talk to my shorty nigga, my ears ain't hearin' you

We on fire tonight and the place is lookin' steamy

We on fire tonight, so take heed to what I'm sayin'

'Cause tonight's the night and me and my nuccas ain't playin'

We on fire tonight and the place is lookin' steamy, we on fire

Come, come here baby, come, come here baby

Now do I look crazy? Deranged, maybe

You shot first, your glock burst but it graze me

Now time for lyrics, put up your guns

And watch me get this shit hoppin' like the West was won

Got that lyrical chicken feed for all chicken heads

Crowd your Rap City committee like I'm Big Leads

Most sicker than them Melendez brothers

You need Cochran when you're fuckin' with Judge Red

Put your fingers up if you love hash and cash

I been that way since Ike Turner was kickin' Tina ass

Ers ridin' dick like I'm a motorcycle

You wanna shine bitch? Let me simonize you

I make sure your vision blur

'Til you don't know what occurred until I black out every nerve

Foul women get served as chicken head hors d'oeuvre

I drop your tops like your heads was convertibles

If you still look up in the sky, I'm still high

All the way live like Lakeside, wanna die?

E, whattup son, you got this beat pumpin'

The way I feel niggaz ain't leave until they up in somethin'

Pack my dutch like the niggaz in the county

Dayrooms, stay tuned, for Doc Illuminati

Up around them big butt freaks is where you find me

Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante

We on fire tonight and the place is lookin' steamy

We on fire tonight, so take heed to what I'm sayin'

'Cause tonight's the night and me and my nuccas ain't playin'

We on fire tonight and the place is lookin' steamy, we on fire

Come, come here baby, come, come here baby

To my people in the back if you're not the wack

Say, "Don't stop the body rock"

To my people in the front if you're talkin' all blunts

Say, "Don't stop the body rock"

I'm too strong for you to listen, I started spittin'

That's why the brick niggaz be lickin'

They stay on magazine written equipments

And lyrics I got 'em by the shipment, where your bitch went?

I'm smokin' leaky out the Lec-y, fatal

My squad steps with the ultimatum, true that

My muzak move crowds like down the hill moved crack

For those who stepped on toes, I want my shoes back

Buddy, bringin' money to your girl

For your little daughter like I'm Cutty

Twenty dollars a pop to dub me, I bug G, quote it

I see you notice how I leave microphones corroded

Your staff not up to par, you raw

You're more like Zsa Zsa Gabor

Call deep niggaz, keep the gas pedal floored

And I pump the funk to keep a room aboard

We on fire tonight and the place is lookin' steamy