Lyrical Breakdown of Steve Biko (Stir It Up) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Steve Biko (Stir It Up)" 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 "Steve Biko (Stir It Up)" 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.
• 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 A Tribe Called Quest's narrative.

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Linden Boulevard represent, represent-sent Tribe Called Quest represent, represent-sent When the mic is in my hand, I'm never hesitant My favorite jam back in the day was "Eric B. for Presi-" Rude boy composer, step to me you're over Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra MC shorty black, there ain't no other Trini-born lad like Nia Long's grandmother Tip and Sha they all that, Phife Dawg ditto Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be a widow Did not you know that my styles are top-dollar? The Five-Foot Assassin knocking fleas off his collar Hip-Hop scholar since being knee high to a duck The height of Muggsy Bogues, complexion of a hockey puck You better ask somebody on how we flip the script Come to a Tribe show and watch the three kids rip Queens is in the house represent, represent-sent A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent-sent No taming of the style 'cause it gets irreverent A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent-sent Huh-huh, here we go, you know that I'm the rebel Throwing out the wicked like God did the Devil Funky like your grandpa's drawers, don't test me We in like that, you're dead like Presley When we coming through, get tickets to see me We work for the paper so there'll never be a freebie Lyrics are abundant 'cause we got it by the mass Egos are all idle 'cause the music is the task Valenzuela on the pitch, curveball, catch it I think I got it locked, just smooth while I latch it Right, now I must move with the quickness Here comes Shaheed, so we must bear the witness Stir it up! Stir it up! Stir it up! Stevie Stir it up! Stir it up! Stir it up! Stevie New York City represent, represent A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent-sent The Dawg is scientific with the styles I invent A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent-sent MCs like to meddle, but here's my proposition I let my lyrics flow, and juxt your whole position I'm radical with this like the man this song is after Yo Tip settle down, what's the reason for the laughter? I really can't say, I guess I laugh to keep from crying So much going on, people killing, people dying But I won't dwell on that, I think I'll elevate my mental Thanks for these bars on the Biko instrumental Yo, I'll take it back, I'm the Indian giver MCs take notes as I stand and deliver Percussion isn't less, Ds wear the vest Why they dodging bullets, you should be dodging Quest Don't get me wrong, violence is not our forte I just like to rhyme, kick the lyric skills like Pelé Tip educate 'em, my rhymes are strictly taboo Fill 'em with some fantasies, and I'll look out like Tattoo Okay, I am recognizing that the voice inside my head Is urging me to be myself but never follow someone else Because opinions are like voices, we all have a different kind So just clean out all of your ears, these are my views and you will find That we revolutionize over the kick and the snare The ghetto vocalist is on a state-wide tear Soon to be the continent and then the freaking globe There's room for it all as we mingle at the mall We welcome competition 'cause it doesn't make one lazy or worn We gotta work hard, you know the damn card Try to be the phattest is the level that we strive Try to be the phattest also to stay alive