Lyrical Breakdown of What? (freestyle) [live] - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What? (freestyle) [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 "What? (freestyle) [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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Here we go, here we go Aight, aight, yeah Haha, haha, haha Low End Theory I don't remember these rhymes but um (freestyle) I'm gonna think real hard, try to think of no frontin' When I think of this shit, my mind, it be huntin' For the perfect lyric that I wrote a long time ago Yeah, I'm gonna do it 'cause I'm rockin' in Chicago What is a crowd if it doesn't really rock? What is beef if you ain't got a Glock? What is the time? Tick tock, tick tock Lookin' at the shit, no pay, no doc Fuck it, because you know I gotta come through What is the crowd if they don't say "True"? Or better yet, "Hov," or just move through it Rock to the beat 'cause you know I just do it Just like a poet, what's me without Jarobi? Or Phife Dawg or Shaheed? Yo, he told me That I gotta keep goin' on and just freakin' Rock to the beat 'cause we do it on the weekend In Chi-Town where the Bulls just won What is the shit and you know we gon' Aight, fuck it Aight, aight Hold on, hold on, hold on See, I was, I was tryna rhyme or somethin' but I fucked up, kid I fucked up It's aight, pa Did I really though? I ain't hear nothin' Okay, okay Two more, let me see it up top Huh? But that's got a video That's got a video What you got right here? That's got a video What you got up here?