Lyrical Breakdown of Rap Promoter - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how A Tribe Called Quest weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Rap Promoter" 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 A Tribe Called Quest employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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{Q-Tip}

It's a fly love song

To the effect of nothing, effective fronting

Is what I don't allow so let me tell you something

I am a bon-a-fide

Not too modest and not a lot of pride

Soon to have a ride and a home to reside

If my momma is sick I'm by her beside

Used to watch the show on channel 4 called Riptide

Wash my wears in-Tide cause it's too damn cold

Out-Tide, that's how the runnings go

If there ain't no dough then there ain't no show

So take your roly poly fat promoter (ass)

To the Chemical Bank, and get my cash

If you wanna see the people scream and laugh

You best Quest you ask the Quest you ask real fast

Cause I don't wanna see em, start buckin

Throwin chairs in the air while you be duckin

What what? Don't step to me with that

If you promotin the show make sure it ain't wack

*Sings*

Or else I'm leaving ("let me tell you")

I'm leaving (*cut and scratched* "let me tell you")

I'm leaving (*cut and scratched* "let me tell you")

Your wack show

{Q-Tip} Yo man whassup with that?

{Phife} Yo don't sweat me...

... c'mon, five hundred, that was the deal

{Q-Tip} C'mon man, don't try to play me out

{Phife} We don't need you, sorry!

{Q-Tip} You know you need me

*Drum roll*

{Q-Tip}

And the Abstract rapper says

I want chicken, and orange juice, dat's what's on my rider

And my occasional potato by Oreida

Don't forget my pastry make sure they're tasty

I'm not the type to be pushy or hasty

See I'm the type of bro that's reared in the ghetto

Took a few shorts before

Now the only ones I take are the ones that I wear

Ain't takin no shorts no more, now

Please act proper 'fore I call the CrimeStoppers

Don't dip on the dough, cause that's a no-no

Make sure you count your money real slow

Be alert, look alive, and act like ya know

It's, the 90's, time to make moves

Not, the 80's, do away withcha womb

So what? You got a crew

I got one too, they're called the Brooklyn Zoo

Don't break fool, let's be reserved and cool

We don't have to act like we in grade school

Just make sure that we're taken care of

And we'll do a fly show for ya bub, check it out

Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy

Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy

Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy

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