Lyrical Breakdown of G.O.A.T. (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Bella Alubo) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "G.O.A.T. (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Bella Alubo)" 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 "G.O.A.T. (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Bella Alubo)" 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.
- 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 The Notorious B.I.G.'s narrative.
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A-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah
A-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah
Ooh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh
Ooh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh (I like this right here)
A-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah
A-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah (B.I.G.)
Ooh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh
Ooh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh (Bad Boy, let's go, come on)
I'm poppin' Magnums while Jigga bag somethin'
Watch is platinum, got jet lag from
Flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes
Make the best CDs and the best tapes
Don't forget the vinyl, take girls, break spinals (yeah)
Biggie be Richie like Lionel, shit
You seen the Jesús, dipped to H classes
Ice project off lights, chick flashes (let's go)
Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in the beards and mustaches
Rock top fashions
Ain't shit changed, 'cept the number after the dot on the Range (uh-huh)
Way niggas look at me now, kinda strange (come on)
I hate y'all too, rather be in Caribbean sands with Rachel (yeah)
It's unreal, out the blue, Frank White got sex appeal
Bitches used to go, "Ew" (ew)
Steel-toed still, I'm tryin' to see five mil'
Off the single, for real (come on)
You ain't phasin' the amazin'
While your gun's raisin', mine is blazin' (yeah)
See you want see me all talkin' to sweetness
Take it for weakness and leave quick, blocka (come on)
No call ekelebe (bless)
Just wan dey my dey (go)
Take me to the moon (come on)
(A-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah)
(A-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah)
Pour water for my head when we reach the sun
(Ooh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh)
(Ooh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh)
I'm so in love with the life, elele (elele)
(A-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah)
(A-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah)
No wake me up o, I'm finally home
(Ooh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh)
(Ooh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh)
Puff Za in the mansion, used to be on the block
Biggie up in Heaven looking down on us with Pac
Pour out some liquor, I'm with Puff, DeLeón and Cîroc
My Rollie presidential, damn near big as a clock
Ran up in Poppy, seen some thotties and we gone
You niggas at home screaming the fights on Gervonta
Saint Laurent made out of python (yeah)
This .40 cal SIG with the red dots, sights on
Dolla don't miss, huh
Take a walk in my old shoes
Say you wouldn't ball every chance that you get
We livin' for the moment, makes sense, don't it? (yeah)
Take me to the moon (Dolla $ign)
(A-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah) (to the moon, to the moon)
(A-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah)
Pour water for my head when we reach the sun (oh, yeah)
(Ooh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh)
(Ooh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh)
I'm so in love with the life, elele (elele) (yeah)
(A-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah)
(A-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah)
No wake me up o, I'm finally home
(Ooh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh)
(Ooh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh)
We hitmakers with acres
Roll shakers in Vegas, you can't break us
Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq
Country house, tennis courts and horseback
Ridin', decidin' cracked crab or lobster (yeah)
Who say mobsters don't prosper?
Niggas is actors, niggas deserve Oscars
Me, I'm, critically acclaimed, slug pass your brain (woo)
Reminisce on dames who coochie used to stink
When we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci links
Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places
Tito smile every time he see our faces (uh-huh)
Cases, catch more than outfielders
Half these rappin' cats ain't seen war (come on)
Couldn't score if they had point game, they lame
Speak my name, I make 'em Dash like Dame
Take me to the moon
(A-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah) (uh)
(A-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah)
Pour water for my head when we reach the sun
(Ooh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh) (bless)
(Ooh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh)
I'm so in love with the life (come on), elele (elele)
(A-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah)
(A-rah-rah-rah-rah-rah)
No wake me up o, I'm finally home
(Ooh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh)
(Ooh-roh-roh-roh-roh-roh)
Yeah
Pour water for my head when we reach the sun
I dey play game like Benzema
yeah
Me, I'm enter with man dem-a
School dem like Saro MWA, yeah
I like this right here
No wake me up, o
(Kayo)
Bad Boy