Lyrical Breakdown of Respect - 2005 Remaster - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Respect - 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 "Respect - 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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No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up) Comes on 94' where the African people and [?] [?] on the corner Watch this, lawd Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date My moms is late so I had to plan my escape Out the skins, in this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit New York, New York, ready for the likes of this Then came the worst date, May 21st 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst No spouse in the house so she rode for self To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy The doctor looked and said, "He's going to be a bad boy" Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream On the drug scene, fuck a football team: Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream! I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up Mom said that I should grow up and check myself Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it Rap was secondary, money was necessary Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary C74-Mark 8 set me straight Not able to move behind the great steel gate Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? All the money I stacked was all the money for bail Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night Peep ducking cops on the creep all night As I open my eyes and realizing I changed Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game And to my niggas living street life Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec Respect to the macks in the Ac's To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja! Have Mercy! The gunman in all de party And everybody feel irie And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me! Have Mercy! The halloween at de party And everybody look irie Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy Do it! No mercy for the people [?] [?] seen? Hardcore thing we are be with Oh yes, we are the best Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man? 'Cause I don't be doin' this I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin' It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy Just a little peck Like that? That's what I'm sayin', yeah You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that Whatever bitch, damnit