Lyrical Breakdown of Buss Serves - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Buss Serves" 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 "Buss Serves" 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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Started with the blow and went to flows Listen to me tell my gutter story and it goes When I was 19 I went to go live with my auntie and noticed she had nice things The furniture and All of her clothes quite clean To never be working a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team She put me on And my witness Simone Stay remarkably grown That's why my pockets be long Ducked some feds, dumped packs, and then got custom threads From serving boofas in KC we say let's buss some heads, nigga In French village, I went till, it got the rent bill, it got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was a cinch still I had to Vince Neil it Yell in a microphone and write them songs they like it's on I let go they life worth of pipe is blown to flowing ignite my home I used to Buss serves Now I, buss words Either way slanging or sanging whatever life Imma just splurge We had the spot though until it really got hot so Escape I did like El Chapo But nuevas still get faded, vato I pull up, pull up Bussin serves I pull up, pull up Bussin serves (Young nigga chasing it back) I pull up bussin serves Young nigga pull up, pull up Bussin serves, commas Either way I'mma be stacking it On my, mama Making my milli from rapping it or Bussin serves, commas Either way Imma be stacking it On my, mama Making my milli from rapping it or Bussin serves On my mama nigga Pull up, I'm bussin serves But you won't find me nickel and diming, man I'm off the curb Prolly find me somewhere rhyming man this flow's absurd Or maybe find me on my grinding where the pot is stirred Either way I'm bout my pay I'm tryna stack up my dollars Ripping the chowder, stomping the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for louder Necked it to a vato Hefe head honcho El Chapo with the hot flows Still logged in with the block though Hit a thang and make the knot grow Push a nigga push it all bro Pussy pills to that Pablo In dark or night nigga I glow Old nigga with the bag bro Silly nigga with the mag though Be careful what he bust his ass for I'm airing out one of you assholes Real shit, but the paper quit when the violence hit, nigga beep it bool Shit bricks and quick licks turned meal ticks, nigga beep it bool Out here hungry chasing food All in, refuse to lose Bussin serves or bussin words, ask about me, I'm that dude I pull up, pull up Bussin serves I pull up, pull up Bussin serves (Young nigga chasing it back) I pull up bussin serves Young nigga pull up, pull up Bussin serves, commas Either way I'mma be stacking it On my, mama Making my milli from rapping it or Bussin serves, commas Either way Imma be stacking it On my, mama Making my milli from rapping it or Bussin serves I got my mind on my money, money on my mind It's just something about [hundreds], when you thumbing through them signs I quit fucking with them niggas, cause they ain't wan' shine And that's all I'm tryna do, it's why I grit, it's why I grind I pull up bussin serves nigga all at the trailer parks I talk money fluent, they ain't teach it in language arts Damn that nigga street smart, reflex razor sharp Don't fall in love with me baby, I'm just gon' break your heart Smash through the sheet, like the fucking Transporter I got film of your bitch, on my camcorder Had to show it to my homies, this right here my life mane Hit a lick for 30, lost 20 in the dice game Fuck it man it's nothing, I swear to God it's nothing I tried to down that sucker but I paralyzed his cousin Oops fuck it, oops fuck it That come with the pop-off You my son's son lil nigga, call me papa I pull up, pull up Bussin serves I pull up, pull up Bussin serves (Young nigga chasing it back) I pull up bussin serves Young nigga pull up, pull up Bussin serves, commas Either way I'mma be stacking it On my, mama Making my milli from rapping it or Bussin serves, commas Either way Imma be stacking it On my, mama Making my milli from rapping it or Bussin serves