Lyrical Breakdown of Let's Do It Again - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Let's Do It Again" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Wu-Tang Clan weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Let's Do It Again" 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 Wu-Tang Clan 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 Wu-Tang Clan's narrative.

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A world premiere, a world premiere A world premiere, a world premiere This is A Super Mathematics blast Jet prep savage, I'm back at it, I'm baggin' up, uh It's pain in Mathematics, now add it up Bad habits, black ratchets, it's bad enough Tripod long as a craft mack, I'm mackin' up Yeah, we can get aggressive Neenah's of the desert, I'm a Ghostface Killer, baby You're genius with the Method Golden arms, rebel lioness, you need to get the message I'm cookin' Raekwon the chef, I'm just seasonin' with peppers A nightmare you wouldn't expect Leatherface with the chainsaw, I Candyman hook you to death Freddy Krueger, the dream killer, my foot on your neck Murder half of the top ten while Benny Butcher the rest I'm saying (I'm saying) I murdered the game with two solos Worldwide, they respectin' the pain like the Wu logo I listen more, talk less, few photos I'm old school like dirty Timb's and new polo's, it's Payne Ayo, I'm dealin' with some different issues Switchin' rentals, license bad, I gotta use my bitch credentials She don't know what a nigga into I leave just-in-case money in the safe, that's for incidentals Hard time build character I broke through every barrier set here in America Nobody here to take care of us Ain't nowhere our parents was We bondin' with pitbull terriers I knew the bosses, the managers The pie carriers of the guys from high-crime areas The police tried scarin' us Interrogation room, we kept quiet like librarians I'm a 4-5 carrier You seen the movie Saw, nigga, you gon' die scarier Huh, you know that I bury ya Y'all want gangsta shit, this fit the criteria, trust The trillest ventriloquist, I'm puppeteerin' Two tears in the bucket, this bucket hat I'm wearin' Starin' clear of the bullshit Willie so clean, I should play the pulpit Pullin' up in a Porsche Worst case scenario, my niggas pull a pistol You get shot in the pool, you fools artificial Scruple, screw on a silencer like Shaheen Cause bad boys movin' silence, Bismillah Bless the fool, brother, I mean, uh All black, movin' like I'm Amish Baggin' chicks at City College, movin' pills The weed loud like shoe polish, I'm from the guild P-funk, Boosie Collins Tip and tip drills, bunch of dollar bills She pop off as I sit still, yet and still Only deal with Mathematics Apply science defiance Never discipline for niggas on site (yo) Imagine the sound of your face Scraping up against the gate of a barbed wire fence This is barbed iron fist, hot barbed iron dick Hoes slob the knob quick This is on, so throw it in your a- (hey) quick I don't bust my brain, try to bust a sling You can trust the tank, came in here on bustin' train Brew this beefcake, live your life like I snuck the sweepstakes Spin this shit up, son, I'm Pops with the cheese steak, lazy ammo Black Kevlar underneath the camo Brooklyn Verrazzano, we connect with Italiano Spoken on the camera, cigarette dip in that dingy On the rooftop, talk like the bat from Gotham City Bo Diddley, blues singer, exercise the middle finger No diggity, I got that real killer bee stinger Nine caddies sword swinger, got your neck inside the ringer While your chick doing fights with bitches on Jerry Springer I have been through way too much now Seems I'm always in a rush now, now, now, now This life is getting harder But I keep on getting stronger In my bag, my money's up now, now, now In this crazy world We got lovers that's trying, disease multiplying In this crazy world We got children that's dying, the president's lying In this crazy world My brothers, my sisters, we don't love each other In this crazy world It'd be different if this world were mine