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

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• 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!