Lyrical Breakdown of Bumbell Feat. Yukmouth - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bumbell Feat. Yukmouth" 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 "Bumbell Feat. Yukmouth" 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 Tech N9ne 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 Tech N9ne's narrative.

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Regime killers, ah What the deal? It's that lethal What's poppin'? Regime niggas in this Motherfucker for the 199 twist, bitch Uh, that Regime shit, Regime shit Yeah, done deal, bomb bail New millennium rhymers, nigga What? Tecca Nina, the bomb bail Where the fuck you at? (Yo, Meezle wax) Fuckin' crooked rattle niggas Yuk up in this bitch, uh, what, uh Introducin', uh, two of the Regime finest Uh, uh, Tecca Nina, uh, uh Smoke-A-Lot himself (Smoke-A-Lot) Bomb bail, uh, serve these niggas with the straight shh, uh, nigga In your back, bitch Fuck that, I'm tired of not bein' at a bomb, no shit Haha, this bomb bail for you Slum bail, bomb bail, that's straight rapid fire That override your amplifiers and the woofers Your bass tube hook up shook the fuck up with wires cooked up Niggas stash my tape like gats in the bushes This that lethal that probably have you killin' people For real, cops say it's illegal to have a Yuk tape in your possession Niggas keep goin' to jail for 11, 350's, and 211's 187'S, concealed weapons, all the above Tear the fuckin' club up with my nigga, what? That Tech N9ne nigga, lyrically blind niggas on the grind all the time You will find I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killer I'm the fuhrer from Missoura Quick when I rip shit, trip this animalistic, fuck Ace Ventura By the power of my dead niggas, I'ma ride this like a rollercoaster Ain't nobody fuckin' with my niggas I'm the killer representin' Cosa Nostra So bust like you supposed to We guaranteed this gon' sell 'cause this shit's the bomb bail, nigga (Ba-ba) This shit is heated (Ba-ba), your shit's deleted (Ba-ba) And when you need it (Ba-ba), we drunk and weeded As long as this rap shit sells Us niggas with figures, we keep releasin' the bomb bail (Ba-ba) This shit is heated (Ba-ba), your shit's deleted (Ba-ba) And when you need it (Ba-ba), we drunk and weeded As long as this rap shit sells Us niggas with figures, we keep releasin' the bomb bail Bitch, I could make your van (Ba-ba) Make you land (Ba-ba) Make the fans (Ba-ba) gang related dance (Ba-ba) I could make the hood (Ba-ba) Make your kid would (Ba-ba) Make your stereo (Ba-ba) Make Calico (Ba-ba) They dumpin' on us, clunk, clunk go the trunk, grab the pump Bang my shit when you in the midst of funk or get shit crunk When shit jumps, I'm the theme music Like Thorazine, the fiends cling to it, I didn't mean to do it The meezle made me do it, it made me lose it Got my mind playin' tricks, now my nine can't stop sprayin' shit Until a nigga lay in a ditch And when I played this shit, it blew my speakers out Looked out the window, I saw dope fiends and tweakers out In the middle of the street doin' the Electric slide, you should've peeped it out It got me geeked out, hustlin', makin' scrilla After every word, I got to say, "Nigga," like, "What's up, nigga?" Let's smoke this blunt, nigga, oh Yesterday, partner got fucked up, nigga You bumpin' Yuk, nigga? Oh, that's the bomb bail (Ba-ba) This shit is heated (Ba-ba), your shit's deleted (Ba-ba) And when you need it (Ba-ba), we drunk and weeded As long as this rap shit sells Us niggas with figures, we keep releasin' the bomb bail (Ba-ba) This shit is heated (Ba-ba), your shit's deleted (Ba-ba) And when you need it (Ba-ba), we drunk and weeded As long as this rap shit sells Us niggas with figures, we keep releasin' the bomb bail You are now listenin' to the sounds of Tech N9ne I don't need no medication I just packs my crispy flows Indo, rum, and fornication Jimmed up for y'all filthy hoes That nigga named Tech N9ne is a motherfucker on Gang Related Haters gotta respect mine or the next time get strangulated Rap-A-Lot summoned me, Yuk told 'em that I had a gun in me Looney as a nigga wanna be, kindly get the fuck from front of me Sleepin' with a black cat in my lap, splittin' poles daily Under a ladder waitin' on a bus, on a broken mirror don't faze me They say, "Tech, without rap, you wouldn't be alive," fuck that I got niggas lettin' 'em go for twelve-five Bomb bail's live, we bringin' heat to the game Skeet when we came, niggas fucked up and put they feet to the flame Got that (Haze), if you want it, gives a (Fuck), I'ma flaunt it That (Hap), got niggas thinkin' I'm hunted, the bomb bail (Ba-ba) This shit is heated (Ba-ba), your shit's deleted (Ba-ba) And when you need it (Ba-ba), we drunk and weeded As long as this rap shit sells Us niggas with figures, we keep releasin' the bomb bail (Ba-ba) This shit is heated (Ba-ba), your shit's deleted (Ba-ba) And when you need it (Ba-ba), we drunk and weeded As long as this rap shit sells Us niggas with figures, we keep releasin' the bomb bail Yeah (Live and direct) KC meets Oakland, Oakland meets Houston, a killer mixture, oh Haha, bomb bail, bomb bail, what? Tech N9ne, Regime shit, ish, up, nigga What you wanna do? Haha Regime killers, Regime crew Like that, nigga Me and Yukmouth up in this motherfucker puttin' this shit in your back For the 199 twist You know I'm sizzlin', you know what I'm sizzlin' You know what I'm sizzlin', Regime killers Thugged Out, Yukmouth