Lyrical Breakdown of Machine Gun Funk - 2005 Remaster - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Machine Gun Funk - 2005 Remaster" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Notorious B.I.G. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Machine Gun Funk - 2005 Remaster" 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 The Notorious B.I.G. employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Yeah So you wanna be hardcore? With your hat to the back Talkin' about the gats in ya raps But I can't feel that hardcore appeal that you're screamin' Maybe I'm dreamin' This ain't Christopher Williams Still some MC's gotta feel one, caps I gotta peel some To let niggas know that if you fuck with big-and-heavy I get up in that ass like a wedgie Says who? Says me, the lyrical Niggas sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle!" Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me Just for niggas actin' shifty Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill ya quicker Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks-es It's natural to eat you niggas like chocolates The funk, baby "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" All I want is bitches, big-booty bitches Used to sell crack so I could stack my riches Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches From stayin' in my business, what is this? Relentless approach to know if I'm broke or not Just 'cause I joke and smoke a lot Don't mean I don't tote the Glock 16 shots for my niggas in the pen' Until we motherfuckin' meet again, huh I'm doin' rhymes now, fuck the crimes now Come on the Ave, I'm real hard to find now 'Cause I'm knee-deep in the beats In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats For the jackers, the jealous-ass crackers in the- I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof Hold your head 'cause when you hit the bricks I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin' dick The funk, baby "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" (uh) "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side How I smoke funk, smack bitches on the backside Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests 50-shot clip if a nigga want test The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya High as a motherfuckin' helicopter That's why I pack a Nina, fuck a misdemeanor Beatin' motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina "What's love got to do-" When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew? Strapped like Bamboo but I don't sling guns I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by the tons Niggas wanna know how I live the mack life Makin' money, smokin' mics like crack pipes It's type, simple and plain, to maintain I add a little funk to the brain The funk, baby "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"