Lyrical Breakdown of Yada, Yada, Yada - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Tech N9ne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Yada, Yada, Yada" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Huh, my nigga Don Juan? Damn, I been knowin' you for a long time, nigga Eh-heh, we did a lot of shit together, man On this music tip, man, beautiful shit we did, dog, heh-heh Remember when we went out to LA, man? With Quincy, man, made all that shit pop? An' we handed 'em out ta e'erybody? Dub cd ta' e'erybody? Had a lot of good times, dog! Know what I'm sizzlin'? But that shit's about to come to an end, dog, ya know? Never, have I ever, crossed anybody, man Y'all niggas know me The sands of time have already started to pour against you, dog So, listen hard 'Cause I'm a speak real softly Like this Just think, what if I could just Just blink this shit away? Niggas think, because a nigga busts I got grips an' grips of pay The pain grows in fame and 'cain goes with change An' strange hoes who bang In Range Roves fo' thangs Same shows with lames The rain woes will stain Insane foes who drain And hang bros with brains If you caught it, that means you got it! And if you bought it, that means you should have shot it! 'Cause I'm 'bout to drop the real Ya' need a lot to kill a leada'! Propped to meana', nigga, I'll pop the millimeter! De'Marco I'm 'bout to spark flow Your bark' so harsh, but parts gon' make ya' heart blow, blood An' don't be wuzzin' me, cuzzin' me, buggin' me 'Bout dubs, I'll be mud 'til these clubs really lovin' me! It hurts, ma' nigga! To hurt ma' nigga! But hurtin' my nigga! Is what's inspirin' these spurts, ma' nigga! At first, ma' nigga used to be ma' homey! Used to be my ace! Yellin' you gon' slap the taste out ma' mouth! Nigga, I never scare! Savoir affairs, everywhere If you need me, believe me, it's easy to put holes in Socrateez-ee Watch the weezy, he's lots of talk, fo' sheezy! Some say I should worry And watch where I walk (yeah) Yada-yada-yada,nigga! That's just talk! I'm a friend! If I was a foe I would be Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock Knock-knockin' at yo' front do'! Some say I should worry And watch where I walk (yeah) Yada-yada-yada, nigga! That's just talk! I'm a friend! If I was a foe I would be Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock Knock-knockin' at yo' front do'! The industry's faulty Industry's salty (man) The industry cost me Industry brought me (pain) The industry taught me Industry caught me (Strange) And you niggas know That the industry's awfully (vain) I ain't a snake, nigga! All I did is make niggas money with Sonny, now it's funny You playa' hatin' niggas over some cake The fate of a Show-Me-State, nigga In my face will be Don Juan, the Great, to-the-late, nigga! I don't speak a lot, I peep a lot, I creep a lot And people who speak are usually weak And not for peace and don' beef a lot Remember, we used to kick it like bros? Now, you nigga's act like bitches and hoes wit' yo' lecherous souls! Tec-cha Nina, I got the wickedest flows No kid in his mold or no misery, ever would get wit' this rogue I'm pissed at this whole little facade of priv that is sold! Instead of a rap, I should have twisted his nose Who kept Sean Diddy from killin' you? Me! Who kept Dyamund from drillin' you? Me! Who kept villain niggas from bill dealin' you? Me! So, now you can take away me, an' keep on talkin'crazy An' I'm a let 'em know where you keep yo' baby, an' where you stay, D! Some say I should worry And watch where I walk (yeah) Yada-yada-yada, nigga! That's just talk! I'm a friend! If I was a foe I would be Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock Knock-knockin' at yo' front do'! Some say I should worry And watch where I walk (yeah) Yada-yada-yada, nigga! That's just talk! I'm a friend! If I was a foe I would be Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock Knock-knockin' at yo' front do'! You can't turn enough muthafuckas against me! You can't find a harder rapper that'll convince me! I'm wit' the Canty's, the Ashby's, the Whitebear's! LeJeune's, the Harris', an' the muthafuckin' Timley's! The Theory's, the Byers', the Kennedy's! You know? The families that are known to be bad for humanity! Can he be bad? Can he be tough? Can he be rough? No creampuff suckas ended up bein' rough enough! Nobody likes you, not even yo bitches! I'm a witness They sick of yo' disrespectful way of speakin' explicit! Always talkin' about how big yo' dick is! Better hope Anghellic go' multi-platinum, then get your riches, blood! This is the end of men who were once friends And then, one asshole thought he was somethin'! When punks bend over they get fucked! (GET FUCKED!) Hand over them Tech tapes or get stuck! (GET STUCK!) You must think I'm soft for talkin' to Icy Roc 'bout knockin' the Nina out I'm trippin, without a doubt I'm a tell you who really is ya' friend, Mail Bakarii And maybe you and him can get together and tell it like it is, again It's over, mane, I hope you brought ya' Novocaine! I know the pain is slowly taking over, brain So calm that, muthafuckin' wombat I don't need no Don Juan tracks, to come bomb on raps Some say I should worry And watch where I walk (yeah) Yada-yada-yada, Nigga! That's just talk! I'm a friend! If I was a foe I would be Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock Knock-knockin' at yo' front do'! Some say I should worry And watch where I walk (yeah) Yada-yada-yada, nigga! That's just talk! I'm a friend! If I was a foe I would be Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock Knock-knockin' at yo' front do'! That's what I'm speakin' on, dog, that's real shit Nigga once said to me "Nigga walk around like his shit don't stink, gon' cut ya' nose off and stick up yo' ass so you can smell that shit, man!" Ya' know what I'm sizzlin', dog? You drew first blood, man, that was dog shit! You know what I'm sizzlin'? That ain't no friend! Talkin' bout knockin' me out, nigga? Ya' know, what are we? Yo! Dr. Dre, here I come Timbaland, here I come Neptunes, here I come Ric Rok, here I come Alchemist, here I come Sick Jack, here I come Boscoe, here I come Swizz Beats, here I come Trackmasters, here I come Don Juan, be done!