Lyrical Breakdown of Skypager - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Skypager" 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 "Skypager" 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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Do you know the importance of a skypager?

Those who don't believe, see you're laid behind

Got our skypagers on all the time

Hurry up and get yours, 'cause I got mine

Especially if you do shows, they come in fine

If you're with a G, and you're sippin' wine

Eatin' cacciatore with a twist of lime

Gotta meet your lover at a quarter to nine

Joint by base, then you get your high

If you get your high, then mine is next

The 'S' in skypager really stands for sex

Beeper's goin' off like Don Trump gets checks

Keep my bases loaded like the New York Mets

At times, I miss the pager, so you don't get vex

Havin' bad days like a voodoo hex

Conceptually, a pager is so complex

That I'll be standin' on the verge, ready to flex

(Welcome, we-, we-, welcome to the new skypager)

(We-, welcome to the new skypager)

(Welcome to the new skypager, the new skypager)

(Enter a telephone number or other numeric message)

Uh, so funky

The batteries I use are called Duracell

They last for three weeks, so they do me well

Don't be goin' through no phases, my joint stays on

24/7, from dusk till dawn

If you're in Costa Rica on a sunlit beach

You greed for the Phifer, I can be reached

A number of importance, I just put it on lock

You leave code '69', that means you want some

People tend to think that a pager's foul

Well it kinda is, 'cause it makes me scowl

But it really hurts when you're on the prowl

Brothers know it hurts when you're on the prowl

Grabbin' on my joint 'cause I'm an eager owl

Get paged by a G or a business pal

My shit is overflowin', they won't allow

Another page, so I'll just end this now

(Message sent. Thank you for calling skypager)