Lyrical Breakdown of Now You Know - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Now You Know" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Ab-Soul weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Now You Know" 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 Ab-Soul 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 Ab-Soul's narrative.
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Try to relax, try to relax
I know you're anxious, baby
I know you're anxious, for me
But you just gotta try to relax, try to relax
I wrote the majority of this rap on a bean bag under the JMZ train tracks, the Bro P on the motherfucking boards, homeboy
(If you don't know, now ya know nigga)
Went from Del's liquor to Deli's in the Bronx nigga
I'm just a youngin from Del Amo
With a belt by Ferragamo doin' what I want to
You know what I'm up to
I hit the Bodega for the backwoods
Pack a dutchies if you lucky nigga
Cups with the ice just doing just doing what I want to
You know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to
You know what I'm up to
I swear to God I wish I wrote this fucking verse on Mother's Day
That ain't got shit to do with this or does it? Fuck it, Anyway
I've been miseducated, mislead, misinterpretated, misunderstood, mistaken, misjudged
That's why I'm a misfit, up to mischief
On a mission, in a missionary
Hittin missionaries (missionaries)
That was all mises, terms with 'mis' prefixes to be specific
All you feminists should be on my dick for this shit (word)
But listen close, this where shit get tricky
What all these words have in common is that they're all iffy
Hence misogyny, obviously
I'd switch the 'y' in 'mystery' with 'i' if I could (I would)
If you was? you would know it nigga
But you're not so I guess y'all good
So one time for the women, two times for the ladies, three times for the bitches
Don't forget about the bitches
Adam's rib ain't adding up, this story must be more extensive (YMF nigga)
Meiosis, mitosis and some mo' shit
Noah had motion in the ocean before his boat did
And you know why, I love my mama so much
And I can't watch my sister grow up, So I.
Went from Del's liquor to Deli's in the Bronx nigga
I'm just a youngin from Del Amo
With a belt by Ferragamo doin what I want to
You know what I'm up to
I hit the Bodega for the backwoods
Pack a dutchies if you lucky nigga
Cups with the ice just doing just doing what I want to
You know what I'm up to