Lyrical Breakdown of Redman Meets Reggie Noble - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Redman Meets Reggie Noble" 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 "Redman Meets Reggie Noble" 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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RRRRAHHHHH! Look out! You musta got hit with some bullshit! Yo, where at? Smack dab across your lips, can you talk? Ahm ahh ill uhh ahm no em no menna no vat Yo-ye-yo Redman, what the fuck was that? I don't know but it's on my top lip Don't crack jokes, and pop shit Just get it off my top lip Or Reggie, you can drop kid Oah-OK be still chill, I'm gettin it off your grill Wha-what was it? Some of that pussy you ate this mornin from that bitch Jill Yeah But c'mon, check it Motherfuckin right Let's get busy on this record So we can make the dough Shit And make girls like Kiki Shepard get naked On the strength! Party with Machine and Oprah Winfr' First class tickets, hotel bitches puffin mad blunts Blunts? Blunts Blunts don't don't rhyme with Oprah Winfr' troop Who cares what rhymes with it long as the funk pump through my Benz truck Now you know you don't own a Benz Yes I do and chrome's the trim Black with a system when it's hittin I'm pullin mad skins With Olde E sittin in between my lap And when brothers act up, a gun machine I pack The original P-Funk, got the jewels trunk, a funker When I'm sexin, my bad is bigger than any buster's Like Max and. Wait wait wait, could we get on with the tape? Lights, camera, hahh, action Welcome to Red's tape, may I take your order? It's a slaughter if you order the hit without the water And then swallow without the damn water to follow You might be doin the stupid dance and win a grand at the Apollo Whatchu know? I'm rough, snap necks, drink Olde E, but crack Beck's That ain't what you told me last week Wreck anything that's wet, when I have sex For instance, I mix with, a style that make you shit bricks Tsk tsk, I'm musically gifted, to rip it That's bullshit yo Um-shat-lot, Red got crazy knots And knots in the pots, got props from here to George Washington Bridge I get biz, I use hats, so no kids Fuck, I took out more suckers, than a. HOLD UP! I don't think I can freak the funk like that I might have to nap, because my afro is like Shaft Puffy, fade it quite lovely and to snuff me Get your gang, cause I'm Fightin with more Power than Chuck D Chuck D from Public Enemy? Yeah he's a friend of me The one that say "Brothers and sisters?" Yeah but he's no kin to me I'm strictly negro, I freak the style and there it goes BOOM! If a stitch in time saves nine, then I got shit sewed Put pins in needles, and needles in pins A happy man is a happy man, that, when I'm hittin skins Fuck skins, I'm hittin puss when it's gush Then eat it when the puss is well cooked LOOK! Up in the air? No the cab Who's in the cab? Whut Thee?! It's Superman! WHY? Because it's hot as a MOTHERFUCKER out here Oh word, you bet I'm gettin the fuck out of here man Yeah me too Oh I forgot to tell you Willya called for you Willya who? Willya SUCK MY DIHHHHHK! Aiyyo fuck you! *Laughing* Big nose bitch! I hate your stupid ass You a stupid motherfucker!