Lyrical Breakdown of Whateva Man - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Whateva Man" 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 "Whateva Man" 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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Microphone check, one, two (I can feel it) A yo, you ready to get down man? (Yo, whatever, man) You ready to get drunk as fuck? (Whatever, man) You, you sayin somethin'? (Whatever, man) A yo (whatever, man) (I can feel it) check it, Kool V I keeps it bangin', keep it swangin', Mike type of sangin' (yeah) Ooh, la, la, la (so what ya sayin'?) Yo, I'm smokin' herbals 'til it hurts you I keep your daughter way out past her curfew Hard, far from commercial (so whatcha mean, nigga?) We don't give a fuck when we smoked out In the land that's doped out (It's like that?) No doubt From this bomb weed, I cop from the streets Get you open like buttcheeks from girls who be freaks Ayo, can I be SWV? (You the One, nigga) Rap Shogun, yes, E the one Yo, I'm rolling with a 40 pack of niggas Get my weed from Branson 'cause his sack's bigger Yo, give me dap, nigga What I clap lyrically tap call back Ferocious, causing comatoses to collapse So chinky-eyed I see people waving on a map I make it hotter than your thermostats Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert Your boombox better form a union 'Cause I leave your circuits overworked, word bond Niggas front like they want it But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin' blunted Damn nigga, you cool at what you spittin' So why you holding the blunt so long politickin'? (Huh) I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician I don't got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hydroglycerin I keep it live, no jive, rolling dutches That's Masters like the Furious Five I keep your crew chinky-eyed, for bitches actin' dog (Can you hit it from the back?) Why not? While we toke on this (I can feel it) (I can feel it) Yo, yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man) You ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man) Yo, you ready to get this chedda? (Whatever, man) You ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it) I smoked with a lot of college students Most of 'em wasn't graduating and they knew it You know the weed slang? Yeah, boy, I speak it fluent I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark Bigger they come, harder they fall That goes for knuckleheads, MCs, pussy walls and all I lit my first L before I started to crawl I got my ass whooped when I had my first brawl But things changed since I was 12 years old I specialize in wreckin' mics and area codes now PPP, the kinda niggas that'll bug with ya Smoke bud with ya, later on stick a slug in ya Everything that's light green ain't the bomb, bitch I got different forms to make you lose your calm, bitch Read my lips, you ain't hittin' unless you got Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher (I can feel it) You ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man) You ready to rob this nigga? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it) You ready to fuck, bitch? (Whatever, man) You ready to guzzle this liquor? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it) Whatever, man Whatever, man (I can feel it) Whatever, man Whatever, man (I can feel it)