Lyrical Breakdown of Serious - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Serious" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Timbaland weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Serious" 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 Timbaland 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 Timbaland's narrative.

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Wha-what, what-what-wha-what, wha-what, what what-wha-wha-what Wha-what, what-what-wha-what, what what, what-wha-wha-what Put in that thang, put me in that bank, whoo Put me in that drank, put me in that thang, what? Put me in that drank, put me in that thang Whoo, whoo, whoo, freaky-freaky-freaky, uhh Put me in that drank, put me in that game, yo Put me in that Range, better yet that Phillies, yo Put me with them clothes, Coogie at the toes Tim about to let us know, whoa, whoa, whoa Put me with them models, put me in new models, yo Gimme face lifts, manicures you silly hoe You was bowlegged now you walk pigeon-toed You came in the front, I kick you out the back do' I'm a landlord, drug dealers cockroach Who got the forty-five, I got the crossroads I'm chillin' in Cuba, chillin' in the Pocanos We some down-to-earth fools, who don't act first We gettin' rowdy and we bust them things yo That's what you get, for messin' with us country folk I'm from V-A and I got it locked yo I'm from V-A and I got it hot yo It's serious, we came to handle our business Handle these niggaz, handle these bitches It's serious, only game we playin' is ours And we ain't gon' never foul out It's serious, we came to handle our business Handle these niggaz, handle these bitches It's serious, only game we playin' is ours And we ain't gon' never foul out It's serious Put me in that Lex', let her give me head in it Put me in the room, hit her on the bed in it Get me on the corner I'ma sell the whole load Niggaz try to rock when the nine out unload Unload my world like a St. Louie Ram Put it down like a Florida at the screen jam Y'all fuckin' with the ultimate Shit in the park punk and now you eatin' it Rip off your shine, take out the hardest line You me actin' funny like a Valentine You fuckin' with wilderbeasts when you come to VA You niggaz ain't even try I know you niggaz don't spray Uhh, put me on the corner liquor store with whores A slice of white bread and a Mary Jane warehouse I know I spit on the track, walk around a pimp fox One all in my cash, rubbin' on my fuckin' socks It's serious, we came to handle our business Handle these niggaz, handle these bitches It's serious, only game we playin' is ours And we ain't gon' never foul out It's serious, we came to handle our business Handle these niggaz, handle these bitches It's serious, only game we playin' is ours And we ain't gon' never foul out It's serious Timbaland, I'm that man Watch that man, stop that man Bitch, don't you dare grin No favors, you been what I been I'm a hot tomale no you a hot tomale Don't give a hell what they say or read about me I'm a rich man, invest in stock man I buy land from the white man (Freaky, freaky) I move to Atlanta with Country Grammar And move to 'bama with nails and hammers To put the posters on Havannah Move to China to move through miners Then move to shirts, drawers, pants, and to the panty-liners I got them cars, I got them thangs I got them planes, I got a whole squad entertained Timbaland, I'm the man So ladies, wave ya hands, what It's serious, we came to handle our business Handle these niggaz, handle these bitches It's serious, only game we playin' is ours And we ain't gon' never foul out It's serious, we came to handle our business Handle these niggaz, handle these bitches It's serious, only game we playin' is ours And we ain't gon' never foul out It's serious