Lyrical Breakdown of Keep It Real (Weasal Loc Featuring Redman) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Keep It Real (Weasal Loc Featuring Redman)" 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 "Keep It Real (Weasal Loc Featuring Redman)" 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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Ayyy, motherfucker. Yo, Funk Doc, my man Musiq, check it out (AOWWW!) It's the Doctor Bombay, da yellow hombre Spotted like Kwame for smackin a blind date for scratchin my Hyundai It's Doc way - don't like it, then move on The bullshitter push a Yukon with bullhorns Arguin - what the fuck we doin? Starin eye to eye like, who the fuck we screwin? Here take these nickel bags and deduct your doin With Knicks I can't ball so who snuck me Ewing? No ice with no blue and, tires with no shoe and Cribs with no boo in, pockets like I'm Jewish Tight, I'm an Aries born in April That means my attitude is I'm born to hate you Now let's get it gritty I'll doggystyle while you watching "Sex and the City" My palms on your tittie I'll bomb yo' committee, if y'all MIDI I treat your girl like spades and walk off with the kitty Kitty, kitty. Tell me why, when I, saw you the, other day You spoke to me as if I was your best friend or sum' But when today I tried to say whassup and you walked on by You had nothin to say to me then Now how come when I be seein, youuuu chillin Allllll byyyyy yourself Youuu, always actin like you know me And act like you don't when you're around someone work on my nerves Ohh tell me what is on your mind tell me, what you wanna do Tell me, how you feel about me so I know how to deal with you Because, people like you really without them I can do All youuuu, fake frontin motherfuckers Sometimes, I can't even understand why you'd even Bother to pass my way no Cause, dealin with you kinda makes me wonder Exactly whereeee yeah does my time go (and noooooo, no) I can't believe the things that you be doin for me Knowin in yo' heart you don't really mean to, nooo Why ya, tryin to get over with yo' shuckin and jivin When the, only person gettin hurt is youuuu, ohhhh What is on yo' mind, tell me what you wanna do Tell me, how you feel about me so I know how to deal with you Because, people like you really without them I can do All youuuu, fake frontin motherfuckers Nah nah nah nah girl you wrong, you wrong, no no no Almost from the door you ain't shit I want the bracelet, the necklace, the anklet That foot spa with the nail and toe paint kit That half a pound I loaned your pops he ain't flip That itch your boyfriend keeps Gaultier sniff, y'all good together When y'all tongue kiss y'all suckin my wood together Fallin in love, I won't do it; cause some of these women THEIR CLOTHES LOOK SOOOOOO GOOD, but they act stupid Next time, that you see me, walkin down the street Don't even bother to speak, don't even bother, nooo Cause - if it ain't genuine then ah, don't waste my time Cause um - I can't deal if you can't, keep it real What is on yo' mind, tell me what you wanna do Tell me, how you feel about me so I know how to deal with you Because, people like you really without them I can do All youuuu, fake frontin motherfuckers All youuuu, fake frontin motherfuckers All youuuu, fake frontin motherfuckers All youuuu.