Lyrical Breakdown of Uh-Huh - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Uh-Huh" 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 "Uh-Huh" 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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(Verse One) Yo, now first of all I'm a kid about money Talkin hot bid'ness and my paper work, runnin Doc an' Hot Nick's like Good Will Hunting Put them shotguns up in the air and start, pumpin Real niggaz in the hood don't start, nuttin When the heat breaks they proceed to start, dumpin You eyeballin me like you movin somethin Yo' bitch fuckin you with me in the Walkman Slow down boy, you're not a real, killer Three-wheel motion from me shootin the wheel up Out the jungle, Doc straight go-rilla (ahh ahh ahh ahh) Bananas, antennas can't pick up (doo doo doo doo) My crew is Triple P, watch us do it Brook-nam, Shaolin, the T-Dot, Newark All my shorties skippin school watch truant Hit the college dorm, make freaks out the students (Chorus) Yeah, now do you like the way it feel baby? (uh-huh) Do you like the way the Bricks move baby? (uh-huh) Roll the L, let's inhale baby (uh-huh) Startin it up befo' twelve baby (uh-huh, uh-huh) To my niggaz that say fuck hoes (uh-huh) Only real dog is they red nose (uh-huh) If it ain't green can't accept those (uh-huh) That can't roll with niggaz that's petrol (uh-huh) (Verse Two) Niggaz, abandon ship when I'm geared for landing Your own tec-ll see my grill and start, jamming Throw your hands up in the air, keep 'em standin Fuck if you in here on V.I.P., laminates (fuck you) You'll get touched too with the, cannon Around the handle, a fuck you ban-danna Dawg I was grown with balls and bad, manners That's why me and your broad is on, camera {*click click click*} I'm sick from a childhood head, blow When systems was pumpin before I let, go The head honcho fall back and pump, fo' Bigger four flows 'til they scream, ALL GO! Now wake your punk-ass up if you asleep Doc and Brick City bout fo'-thousand deep Fourteen years old, got TV's in the, seat Watchin pornos of Janet Jack-me (Chorus) - 2X (Chorus) - whispered