Lyrical Breakdown of Oooh (Single Mix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Oooh (Single Mix)" 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 "Oooh (Single Mix)" 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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Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Get your ass up, and let's get ill (ill) That's right y'all (y'all), we more than rough (rough), we callin' your bluff (bluff) And when it comes to rhymes (Brick City!) Yo, don't scandalize, mine, I spent too much time Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk Never fetchin' for crime, halt! Who goes there? Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin' Smokey the Bear Shinin' black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it (rock in it) Like the little ball inside the spray can providing three Coats for both child, woman, and man God bless the God, lay these streets wall to wall It go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique It went, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt) Got your chin touched by my fam who thought you brought harm, you see I'm iced out like a glass of tea, better yet, oatmeal cookies Y'all just rookies to me Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D Why try? Maseo be gettin' high since Luke was Luke Skywalk' (yo') Man, my topic of talk is sheddin' shame all over your game Like them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin' is the past drug A life filled with (guns)—that's what thugs love Snatch you fast, wrap that ass In the rug of your choice while it muffles your voice Now when I'm swimmin' through the joint I put the funk on hold 'Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss Most crews are post-current while we're forever Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages Graduated from the you-and-I-versity Of hard-hitters, for real (yeah) I got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine and it get Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on tonight then I can go Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin' our sound Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, and to my broke niggas on the corner holdin' me down Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong I had plans to buy more land, plant corn Bust kernels on heat, work hard like - Setbacks is gonna get my ass P.E. hostile Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat (uh-huh) Big money makes the big decisions, keep hip-hop Alive, it's just an intermission Back to the second half of the feature flick Dick stacks and fuck rap I had a name for makin' paper since papier-mâché (come on) Now my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play While you broke niggas reach drunk much quicker You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor Went from God to God damn, damn God, you're killin' it Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it Rap cats talk with no will in it Soundin' like they virtual, this joint'll hurt you, yo It was the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed They did a job, took all the goodies Out from under the tree (word up?), except the CDs Of shiny-suit rappers and flossin' MCs Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees Man, you know no wack poems get no play in our homes (nah man) You need to not get nappy with me Or else we gon' relax your mind, let your conscious be free Yo, where my Wall Street niggas, if ya up in the stands, go Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass man, go Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed, Brick City go Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yeah, uh-huh Yeah, yeah Straight out the car All cool motherfuckers