Lyrical Breakdown of Whuts Hot - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Whuts Hot" 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 "Whuts Hot" 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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Ladies and gentlemen And you say, Brick City Yo, ay, what the blood clot? You can't tell me, nigga, what's hot and what's not I'm trying to hit the billboard with a buckshot I'm in a trench, I ain't working from a desktop Punk, I feel good Boy, I'm still hood I stand firm like I wish a nigga would I'm built different, half nigga, half machine And then hip hop, the bitch y'all done dragged the queen I'm damn near 50, I don't need the homage I can still drop an album and change the climate I blow minds all the time, I'm sort of Nirvana And women, I leave a swole, go ice shanana Like Quincy Jones, my music is timeless That willpower I drive, don't gotta lie, man I damage your kids ears, gon' read the fine print Y'all do anything for media content Facts, I eat a lot, 'cause I'm a heavy hitter Always ready, so I ain't gotta get ready, nigga I'll flood your town, wash away the penny niggas So tell mother nature I'ma break the levy with her Ho do that bruh, this what I rap for Ratchet combo homie, don't get clapped up Brick City made me a winner, look at that bruh The fire I'm spittin' leaving my lips, chapped (boss) Since B-Boy Stance is in the boombox With the blood clot You ain't doin' hip hop Ooh I can't wait until this drops You can't tell me nigga what's hot and what's not Ayy with the blood clot You can't tell me nigga what's hot and what's not I'm tryna hit the billboard with a buff shot I'm in a trench, I ain't workin' from a desktop Black on black crime, black on black nine In my day, it equals platinum, black mines Now the generation is full of millennials And I ask, what the fuck is a millennial? Either you live right, nigga, or die young At any hour, I rush you for my soon young A father figure, turn quick to a father nigga Hits the phrase, are you a monkey or you gorilla? There's B-boy stances in the boombox With the blood clot, you ain't doing hip-hop Ooh, I can't wait until this drop You can't tell me, nigga, what's hot and what's not Since B-Boy's stances in the boombox When you blood clot, you ain't doing hip hop You can't tell me, nigga, what's hot and what's not Ladies and gentlemen You can't tell me, nigga, what's hot and what's not W-K-Y-A Radio