Lyrical Breakdown of F*k Da Security - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "F*k Da Security" 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 "F*k Da Security" 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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Yeh, Killa House Fu-fu, fu, fuck da security Money on my mind, Doc on the grind I ain't on Billboard tryin' to climb Killa on set, don't press rewind I'm like the thirty-something year old Lebron Boy I'm fucked up, way past tipsy Smoke on my lung, Tequila on my kidney Grown man boy, but I land on the water So move back before you get caught in the rotor I'm like a G4 to your General Motors Ya'll take orders, Red in like Otis Ya'll game novice, Doc's a pro I'm a boss like I married Diana Ross Roll through the hood like, Fuck Da Security! Walk in the club like, Fuck Da Security! Smoke on my blunt like, Fuck Da Security! If you not the hood type, you need security! Now when I do a show I rely on my gros to pick me up off the flo' (Fuck Da Security) Because I'm too high and drunk from jumpin' up in the crowd Security like "fuck you yo!" (Fuck Da Security) That's how I roll, fuck da security They're everywhere, look can't even urinate I'm the last nigga that get intimidated Don't get it? Then let me reiterate Boy I'm hustla, throw one of them knuckles up Walk in the restaurant, hand on your jugular Ride in that BM better buckle up Back game crumbling, bricks gon' double up I tee off hoes, look how my putter up Old folks say I cut her off lil sum sum Only one champion and you're the runner up Coo coo for cocoa puffs, watch when I perch him up D O C, guzzlin' Hennessy Fuck the club nigga and fuck securityyy Now when I do a show I rely on my gros to pick me up off the flo' (Fuck Da Security) Because I'm too high and drunk from jumpin' up in the crowd Security like "fuck you yo!" (Fuck Da Security) Roll through the hood like, fuck da security! Walk in the club like, fuck da security! Smoke on my blunt like, fuck da security! If you not the hood type, you need security! Roll through the hood like, fuck da security! Walk in the club like, fuck da security! Smoke on my blunt like, fuck da security! If you not the hood type, you need security!