Lyrical Breakdown of Midnight - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Midnight" 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 "Midnight" 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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♬ The night is on my mind The sun’ll still shine But the night is on my mind So parlay while I drop this rhyme See, jake be gettin’ illy when the sun get dark He be comin’ out for heads, but shit, don’t let me start There’s activities a-plenty in the nighttime (Nighttime) For the ghetto child, it seem to be the right time See, kids be gettin’ stuck with jewels or fly gimmicks Shorty see the action and then start to mimic Runnin’ to the corner, the dice game is blazin’ Lookin’ at the loot, it seems so amazin’ Puts the short down, to be exact, one pound He shakes the stones in his hand, then he lets it down, uh Scared money don’t make none He threw a trip on the ace, now he’s out, son Hits the local bodega to wolf down a gyro Son is on a midnight run like De Niro Spots a shorty rock standin’ on his block The fiends be houndin’ him to pump, so he adds to his knot Conversation that he kicked to the shorty was a sly one Increased intensity, ‘cause damn, she was a fly one Took her to the crib, there she ran her jibs About mind upliftment and bein’ positive He yawned and he sighed ‘til 1:05 Then he finally realized the honey wasn’t live At least he didn’t plan on buildin’ for the evening Threw the FILA on the dome and said, “Come on, yo, we leavin’.” Came out on the scene as he told her to beep him Saw his man, Stan, with the blunt in his hand (Aww, shh) You know the transaction Brothers gettin’ lost in the weed satisfaction Comin’ down the block, man, loud as— You would swear Redman was inside the truck As the night seemed darker, cops is on the hunt They interrupt your cipher, and crush your blunt See, you left your work at home, so they pat you down for nothin’ Why in the hell does 10-4 keep frontin’? You push to the park even though it’s still dark The kid is nice on the hoop, he said, “I’ll spot you troop.” The night is on my mind The sun’ll still shine But now the night is on the mind The night is on the mind The night is on your mind Ayo, the sun’ll still shine But now the night is on the mind As for me, I’m a nocturnal animal, God concentrates On a young black man who makes the niggas’ speakers shake The nighttime is busy, it’s word to Aunt Kizzy It’s the time we get down, yo, son, you know the sound The flavas on the top with the rugged beat to back it The night makes the aura and the jake can’t hack it The way the moon dangles in the midnight sky And the stars dance around, ayo, I think it’s fly Intensity, most rappers don’t see it Spirit-wise, musically, you gotta be it Serenity and silence of the sounds and emotions In the concrete jungle when the sun don’t bungle I think it’s hard to find the words on how I feel I paid about a deuce-twenty for the Ampex steel But let me slow down, I think I ran my jibs enough Peace out to the Nation, stay rugged and rough ... The night is on my mind The sun’ll still shine, huh The night is on my mind The night is on my mind The night is on my mind Yeah, the sun’ll still shine But now the night is on my mind Uh-huh, the night is on my mind The night is on your mind You know the sun’ll still shine But now the night is on the mind Yeah, the night is on the mind The night is on the mind Ayo, the sun’ll still shine But now the night is on the mind Yeah, the night is on the mind The night is on the mind Ayo, the sun’ll still shine ... Did you know that the rate of aids in the black and hispanic community is rising at an alarming rate? Education is proper means for slowing it down