Lyrical Breakdown of Whiteva - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Whiteva" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Remy Ma weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Whiteva" 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 Remy Ma 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 Remy Ma's narrative.

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Are you ready! I need everybody to report to the dance floor Now (Remy Martin just stepped in the building) To all my ladies that don't need child support I need you to report to the dance floor right now All my niggaz thats on the grind (echo: report to the dance floor right now) You on the grind right now We about to get it poppin in this motherfucker (Remy) Already told y'all what it is 1-swizzy 2-y'all gon'make me 1, 2 hands in the air! Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) It's whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) It's whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) It's whuteva (get it poppin) See if the God say get her I'ma get her I'll hit her wit a pillow where the casket won't fit her The only reason I hit her she kept talkin' greasy Lil' jump skeezy betta ask somebody who I be (bitch) I'm R to the E-Z It's mid-summer got on long sleeves cause my arms is freezin' I gets fly for no reason See I got money but its always robbin' season, yeah See hip hop needs me, the beats is Swizz The girl is sick and please believe, that I'ma start Till every damn day I ball My jeans is blue and grey like Seton Hall Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) It's whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) It's whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) It's whuteva (get it poppin) Yeah See Rem is a monster I'm raps MVP the star on the roster Officially a boogie-down Bronxer Terror Squad ain't the Brady Bunch and I ain't Marcia My shits so butter they should call me Marge And I ain't gotta be boss just as long as I'm in charge And whuteva I say goes, so if I say NO Don't ask why I assume its because I say SO I've been doin it too long, ain't nothin' new to me I'll run through ur lil' gated community You know how the girl be, I'm a show stopper I'll give it to you early before the toast pops up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) It's whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) It's whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) It's whuteva (get it poppin) See this goes out to my B-X crew Put your hands up in the air if you feel me Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night Treat niggaz like hoes It's 'Whuteva' like a four alarm blaze And I'm hotter then hoes that work at the Days Inn People tryin' to make shit to make niggaz bop I make shit they play then niggaz get shot Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Right hand got a blunt, left hand got a cup And you already know the rules don't apply to us We gon' do what we do, it's 'Whuteva' 2 fuck We got that fly shit here we go Drivin' backwards down a one way like Big in the "Hypnotize" video Bang this in your stereo, turn it higher, higher Now everybody light your lighters! Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) It's whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) It's whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) Whuteva (get it poppin) It's whuteva (get it poppin)