Lyrical Breakdown of Nobody Does It Better - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Nobody Does It Better" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Too Short weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Nobody Does It Better" 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 Too Short 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 Too Short's narrative.
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Funky fresh on the microphone
Too Short
Too Short
See, I'm fresh like always, I'm comin' at you
And you know I won't stop till I'm through
So get on it now is the time
Too Short, baby,'s gonna spit that rhyme
At you, 'cause I'm jammin', so check me
I play the music even made the beat
'Cause I'm the most rappin', most rhymin'
Rollin in a drop-top straight high-sidin'
On you, boy, I'm poppin' the most
I come from Oakland don't play me close
'Cause I'm a player love to play this game
I get funky out here pumpin' the name
Too Short the one and only, I just rock it
Fat bankrolls in my pocket
Call me the dirty rapper', I'll say, "Sure"
But I'm a young black entrepreneur
I'm an MC, right I own a company too
Programmed the drums and made the groove
So when you look in my face you see a wealthy man
I hope it's not hard for you to understand
I'm the businessman, it's not the same
I'm treated like a dope dealer runnin' the game
And you wonder why I can't get no peace
I'm makin' more than the chief of police
I'm Short, Too Short
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Now that I've established one fact
I came here to rap
You got a choice to make about me
Can I get busy, are my raps too weak?
Boy, you're too grown, don't say I'm borin'
Just because you know I come from California
Where many rappers get no respect
I'm at home in a tape deck
I get played and played until it's all played out
Sucker MC's come to my house
They want a contract, get signed up
But like toys they need a good wind-up
Then the other suckers sayin' no names
Rap on the mic and use New York slang
Even though we don't talk like that out here
The point I'm tryin' make comes out so clear
You want paper or plastic, Visa or cash?
You wanna burn rubber, gonna step on the gas
Now nip, dip, roll the strip
Gonna take your mind on a serious tip
Like always I made the beat funky
I keep your head bouncin' like a dope fiend junkie
I got to say it before I break, I never rap fake
'Cause I'm Short, Too Short
Short, Too Short
Short, Too Short
Short, Too Short
See, I'm fresh like always no sweat
It's time to jump back in the mix
And get on it, now is the time
Too Short baby's gonna spit that rhyme
I sell records everyday and still I get no radio play
I got homies they love my beat
So you hear me all over the streets
A tape rhymes with bass, I make it deep
The kinda tape you'll always keep
So if you lose it, you're not my mama's son
It ain't free go and buy another one
Like a costume party on Halloween
MC's pop up on the scene
So you made a record, I saw your poster
I'm still harder than you, boy, look closer
Won't say who's best, I just tell you the truth
You're not makin' money so it couldn't be you
So if that leaves me Too Short, baby
I keep it in tune like Do-Re-Mi
With a strict rap tempo, bass line simple
Take that, it's a Too Short rap
It's on you, boy, I'm poppin' the most
I come from Oakland, don't play me close
'Cause I'm Short, Too Short
Short, Too Short
Short, Too Short
Short, Too Short
Tell me, nobody does it better than Too Short
I take a Limousine to the airport
Fly first class, never ever last
'Cause a brother like me, I pay cash
Twinkle, twinkle, star in the night
Don't look now but I'm shinin' bright
I know you wanna hear my triple X
Foul language, girls and sex
Well, I'm gonna tell you 'bout livin' the life
Stayin' in school and not smokin' the pipe
It's hard to be a rich man, don't you know?
When you dropout of school and start smokin' dope
It goes D U M B, you're lookin' for some D
Then start tweakin', it's goin' on
You don't like it? We'll, play another song
I got rhymes, you wanna hear?
I sing 'em every day of the year
You try to get it, you think you got it
I hope you like it, 'cause you sure can't stop it
This rap is so funky fresh
Too Short, baby, in the flesh
And if you ever say I'm through
So what I'm makin' more than you
'Cause I'm Short, Too Short
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Short, Too Short
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No body does it better
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