Lyrical Breakdown of Check The Rhime (live) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Check The Rhime (live)" 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 "Check The Rhime (live)" 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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Check the rhyme Check the rhyme Everybody in the house go Boom-da-bap, boom-da-bap Boom-da-bap, boom-da-bap Boom-da-bap, boom-da-bap Boom-da-bap, boom-da-bap We go Back in the days on the Boulevard of Linden (I love to hear) We used to kick routines and the brothers would spit And it was I, the Abstract (And he's a five-footer) I kicked 'em ass, style so step off the five-footer Ayo, Phife, you remember that routine? (Ayo, son, routine) That we used to make spliffy like Mr. Clean (Mr. Clean) Um, um, a-ten K (What?), um, a-six K (What?) Don't get the message, Chi-Town, run the picture You on point, y'all? (One time, y'all) Say what? You on point, y'all? (One time, y'all) You on point, y'all? (One time, y'all) I think that Phife forgot his mic, he 'bout to let his shit rip Now here's a funky introduction of a nigga named Dr. Em Tell your mommies and your daddies, send a telegram I'm like an Energizer 'cause, you see, I last long My crew is F-I-F-O-X because we stand strong Now if you say my shit was wack, that's where you're dead wrong I slayed that body, now so y'all know that my shit'll all bang You'd be a fool to reply that Phife is not the man 'Cause you know and I know that you know who I am I'm just a Chi-Town prince 'cause after All my pals, you see (Pals, you see) My middle finger goes for all you punk MCs 'Cause I love it when you wack MCs despise me Niggas vex, I won't rest 'cause none can test me, oh Phife, you fly with the Atlanta Braves (Atlanta Braves) Don't pay me no 'm trainee 'cause I misbehave (Misbehave) I'm direct, for the fact I have all my hoes in check And before he step, that ass that kid must be a wreck (Pow) You see, my aura's positive, I don't promote no junk See, I'm far from a pussy, 'cause I ain't no punk Extravagant, original, that's what you heard Clean out your fuckin' ears, check the word Check the rhyme, y'all Check the rhyme, y'all Check the rhyme, y'all Check the rhyme, y'all Check the rhyme, y'all Check the rhyme, y'all Check it out, check it out Check the rhyme, y'all Check the rhyme, y'all (Yeah) Check the rhyme, y'all (You know we play b-ball) Check the rhyme, y'all (What?) Check the rhyme, y'all (What?) Check it out, check it out On the Boulevard of Linden, we used to kick routines (Uh) And the brothers would spit (Yo, it's I), Diggy (And he's the Abstract) My shit was all about protect the brothers' brothers' ass Ayo, son, do you recall when we used to rock? (What?) Throw slammin' routines like one of these windy blocks Um, let me see (What?) Damn, I can't remember, I received a message (All of y'all) Play the tape, y'all You on point, y'all? (One time, y'all) You on point, y'all? (One time, y'all) You on point, y'all? (What?) (One time, y'all) Ayo, honey up top, you lookin' good tonight Okay, I got a tip to keep this shit (Show me the light, yeah) Like a stony legs, I move just like (Lou Brock) With speed (Speed), agile (Plus I work it wild) One hundred percent intelligent (Black child) Optic presentation (And what?), sizzles up the rhythm How far must you go to gain respect? (Duh) Well, it's kinda simple, just remain your own Or you'll be crazy, sad, and alone, check it Industry rule number four thousand and eighty Wreckin' company people are (Shit) So kids (Watch your back) because I know they smoke crack I don't doubt it, look at how they act (Here we go) Put off the better shit like a (Hip-hop forum) If you passin' me the mic, I'll (Score with decorum) And proper (Proper), what you say, Phife Dawg? (Fuck that) Rap is not pop if you call it that, just stop that Yo, where we at? (Illinois in the house, Chicago) Yo, where we at? (Chi-Town in the house, Chicago) Yo, where we at? (Chi-Town in the house, Chicago) Yo, where we at? (Harry Caray in the house) Here we go, y'all Check the rhyme, y'all (Ah) Here we go, y'all (Ah) Check the rhyme, y'all (Ah) Here we go, y'all (Ah) Check the rhyme, y'all (Ah) Check it out (Ah) Check it out In Chi-Town Check the rhyme, y'all (What?)