Lyrical Breakdown of Verses from the Abstract (feat. Vinia Mojica & Ron Carter) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Verses from the Abstract (feat. Vinia Mojica & Ron Carter)" 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 "Verses from the Abstract (feat. Vinia Mojica & Ron Carter)" 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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I had a dream about my man last night

And my man came by the studio

And his name is...

Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect

Phife Did-awg is in effect

Check it out and give me my 'spect

I'm moving, yes I'm grooving 'cause my mouth is on the motor

Use the Coast in the morning to avoid the funky odor

Can't help being funky, I'm the funky Abstract brother

Funky in a sense, but I play the undercover

Once had a fetish, fetish for some booty

Now I'm getting funky in my rap and that's my duty

Brothers tend to jock on the style in particular

If you got the ego like some brothers then I'll get with ya

But if I don't pursue, then I just don't give a-

My motto in the '90s is "Be happy making bucks"

Girls love the jim, 'cause it causes crazy friction

When it goes up in and fluctuates the diction

I still understand the oomph 'cause that's what I met her for

I'm hooked on the swing, so just call me the music whore

Women love the voice, brothers dig the lyrics

Quest the people's choice, we driving for the spirit

If you can't hear it, then get the wax utensil

Write my rhymes straight up, don't give it no fancy stencil

The rhymes be getting sweet, we stay away from tart

A perfectionist at work, perking up the art

If you want to battle, I suggest you check your clock

Your demise is coming up and I want your man to watch

Be the prime example, or deeper still the sample

Insignificance, here I'll place you on the mantle

Born up in Harlem, reside down in Jamaica

The girl I used to rock, her moms was a Quaker

Now what does that make her? The evil money taker?

The crazy move faker, I use that to break her

Phife is in the house (oohh, you know you got going on)

Uncle Mike is in the house (this ain't a R&B song)

Bob Power is in the house (you got it going on)

Tim Latham is in the house (and on and on and on)

Wise Men is in the house

The Brand Nubes is in the house

The J Beez, they in the house

And De La, they in the house

I must regroup my thoughts and kick the next ones for my people

Please don't be deceived by the ugly slice of evil

The world is kinda cold and the rhythm is my blanket

Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it, then you'll thank it

Don't move to rebuttal, wave your hand for action

Some women in the '90s want more than satisfaction

They want keys and Gs, and all those illy things

If you want to, I'll show you, just what the Ab can bring

I keep a tight net with my brothers Ken and Kenny

If the question is of rhymes, then I'll tell ya, I got plenty

The thing that men and women need to do is stick together

Progressions can't be made if we're separate forever

I hooked this funky beat with the loop and the feature

This the funky singing by Miss Vinia Mojica

So listen because the Quest is led through the underground

My people have been oppressed too long, no more will we be down

People tend to riff 'cause they don't know the mental

People tend to bug 'cause the beats are hard but gentle

Africano lurks through the body of this youngun'

Play like Bobby Byrd on your back and you're coming to

The house of the jazz, of the funk, of the rhythm

All the goods are welcome, but if you're a villain

I'll just wait and debate, contemplate your arrival

If flexing is your motive, then you don't like survival

The Abstract is speaking, the hard beats is reaching

To Black and Puerto Ricans 'cause they're butt naked streaking

Through the ever murky streets of the urbanized areas

Blasting out the speakers is the hip hop hysteria

Craig is in the house (oohh, you know you got going on)

Pete Rock is in the house (this ain't a R&B song)

CL is in the house (you got it going on)

Ultramag is in the house (and on and on and on)

Nice and Smooth is in the house

Big Daddy Kane is in the house

Beatnuts is in the house

Special Ed is in the house

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And this one goes out to my man

Thanks a lot, Ron Carter on the bass

Yes, my man Ron Carter is on the bass

And check it out, going into the '91 decade

Up in until the 2000 decade

You gotta say the Quest is on

And goddamn it, yes the Quest is on

And we out!