Lyrical Breakdown of MC Hammer - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Boss, Ricky Ross It's triple C, Color cut clarity My gun dirty, my brick clean I'm riding dirty, my dick clean She talk dirty, but her mouth clean Bitch, I'm M.C. Hammer, I'm about cream I got thirty cars, whole lot of dancers I take 'em everywhere, I'm M.C. Hammer Started selling though, I'm too legit to quit When it's hammer time, I'm pulling out the stick I'm at the car lot, I'm going broke I pay for five, they front a couple more I take 'em home like I do my hos I dress 'em up, I buy 'em clothes Glass slippers, I gas hos Now she's acting brand new on you assholes Limousines, I did that Two-door coupes, boy I live that My top back, I'm circumcised I pull it back just to go inside She thinking 'folic, I'm thinking wings stop Feigning lemon pepper, I got my thing cocked Black bat-mobile, it's only new Ferrari It's called Scaglietti, one button like an Atari I'm just advising, my profit's rising Niggas buying stocks in a nigga like I'm Verizon My gun dirty, my brick clean I'm riding dirty, my dick clean She talk dirty, but her mouth clean Bitch, I'm M.C. Hammer, I'm about cream I got thirty cars, whole lot of dancers I take 'em everywhere, I'm M.C. Hammer Started selling though, I'm too legit to quit When it's hammer time, I'm pulling out the stick I got the Porsche, I was so ecstatic Hundred grand a day, my operation is so elaborate Credit card scams, that was for the fagots Mother fuck window shopping, boy I gotta have it Now my shit be booming all across the atlas Gucci puchi money long, now we call him Alex Had to move from Dade because that shit was local Pick up the mansion and I sat that bitch back down in Boca My baddest bitch is Latin, but they call me loco Till I fuck 'em in they ass out in Acapulco I'm thinkin' money, every moment thinkin' money I bust a nut, then I'm back to thinkin' money My wrist froze, my mind blow, I'm off slow, my eyes closed You gotta judge a man by his principles Teflon Don, I am invincible My gun dirty, my brick clean I'm riding dirty, my dick clean She talk dirty, but her mouth clean Bitch, I'm M.C. Hammer, I'm about cream I got thirty cars, whole lot of dancers I take 'em everywhere, I'm M.C. Hammer Started selling though, I'm too legit to quit When it's hammer time, I'm pulling out the stick It's Gucci, Hammer's movin' on my chest when I hammer dance Seventy grand make my jeans sag like some hammer pants Ambulance, ambulance, 9-1-1, 9-1-1 It's Gucci Mane, yeah, that's my name, I'm goin' thug, I'm goin' thug Blowin' up, blowin' up, blowin' up, blowin' up I'm like M.C. Hammer, I put that on my grandma I ride through East Atlanta in my new Ferrari It's up for fifty-eight if you don't have one, sorry I let you borrow mine, I think I'm M.C. Hammer I never borrow jewelry, I'm takin' naked dancers It's an occasion, a celebration at Central Station With Haitian hos and Jamaicans I'm tryin' to make it Old school, want to race it, we can test it I'm flexin', I leave a sucka egged-up for breakfast Throwin' spit, throwin' up respect, and I'm well-connected I'm M.C. Hammer, hundred-fifty on the kitchen, it's Gucci My gun dirty, my brick clean I'm riding dirty, my dick clean She talk dirty, but her mouth clean Bitch, I'm M.C. Hammer, I'm about cream I got thirty cars, whole lot of dancers I take 'em everywhere, I'm M.C. Hammer Started selling though, I'm too legit to quit When it's hammer time, I'm pulling out the stick Maybach music (Maybach music) (Maybach music)