You Gotta Lotta That

C'mere.. let me whisper in yo' ear (wassup) Tell ya all that bullshit that you wanna hear (let's fuck) You prolly hate my fuckin guts in a year But right about now, you like a nigga's style huh? How I talk, how I smell, how I smile How I think, how I fuck, how I growl Fuck wit' me, ya get ya meat and ya vegetables Fuck wit' him, ya get a fuckin metrosexual You want a man stronger than you Not a motherfucker in the mirror longer than you Break a nail and his punk ass lookin for glue You want a nigga wit' a hard dick lookin at you

Rhyme Scheme

Complex Multi-Stanza: AAAB/CC/DD/EEEE with interwoven internal assonance chains

Producer Notes

This analysis reveals the hidden architectural density of what seems like a simple party verse. Cube threads a subtle short 'U' assonance (/ʌ/) throughout the passage ('guts', 'fuck', 'punk'), using it as a percussive anchor between the primary rhymes. Note the internal connector 'C'mere' in line 1, which foreshadows the 'ear/hear/year' scheme, and how 'Mirror' in line 10 acts as a late-stage echo of that same sound. The flow culminates in a polysyllabic structure where the internal rhymes ('stronger'/'longer') drive the rhythm, allowing the terminal rhymes ('than you'/'glue'/'at you') to land with emphatic weight.