Lyrical Breakdown of Who You Funkin' With - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Who You Funkin' With" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Afrika Bambaataa weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Who You Funkin' With" 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 Afrika Bambaataa 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 Afrika Bambaataa's narrative.

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Thinkin' of a beat that'll make you move your feet Cuttin' like who? Scratchin' like who? Makin' up a rap that'll make your hand clap Talkin' like who? Soundin' like who? Make up a name straighten up your game Livin' like who? Breathin' like who? And now we're here with the lesson for your ears Messin' with who? Funkin' with who? Echoes are heard and all of the word About the first street jam that took the lid off the can We are the juice that fills the cup Everybody took a sip and got all funked up Some people fell down and moved with a trance And when they sobered up it was called break dance Every fair's like a [?] in my musical chair And if you dis and [?] you was considered to be a square Who do you think you're funkin' with? Huh, who? Who do you think you're funkin' with? Huh, who? Who do you think you're funkin' with? Huh, who? Who do you think you're funkin' with? Huh, who? Back in the days, we're on a reign Where the mighty street gangs were a popular name Bull [?] hearts and guts, were surely a must We're talkin' about who? We're talkin' 'bout us Two dollars a head and the king of the pack With a one dollar [?] The DJ plays his record, upon his thrown While we the MCs rock the microphone Like the [?] You thought you were the best with your fake jack game You thought you were a king, but you're just a pawn And now all of your knights and gonna get stepped on We left the footprints in the sands of time And now we're gonna leave on in your mind All the king's horses and all the king's men Will never wanna funk with us again Thinkin' of a beat that'll make you move your feet Cuttin' like who? Scratchin' like who? Makin' up a rap that'll make your hand clap Talkin' like who? Soundin' like who? Make up a name straighten up your game Livin' like who? Breathin' like who? And now we're here with the lesson for your ears Messin' with who? Funkin' with who? The gem, the jewel, the power to be cool The ones that made it straight from the old school The writers, the fighters, that builders to provide us The ones that made it better for all you biters We took you to the bridge and we dropped ya off You bit all you can chew so now get lost Who do you think you're funkin' with? Huh, who? Who do you think you're funkin' with? Huh, who? On the thrown of stone I sit alone With the undisputed ruler of the microphone My polo [?] is the clothes I wear The crown is the braids in my hair I do push-ups like the ones in jail [?] in the street like I'm out on bail But I never do time for takin' the crime 'cause my name is Melle Mel and the streets is mine Paint in your mind homeboy a picture You're my student I'm your teacher I can tell through the years you've been listenin' well But I totalled up the score and I'm sorry you failed Because if you bite a style it can't be exact Damn homeboy I taught you better than that I would've told you how to [?] and make it better My name is Mr. Biggs and I'm a trend-setter And if you think you're ready come and get a taste of this Pow will make you feel low Simply comprehend the reason I ascend To the height of light that accumulates strength [?] The historical being known as MC G.L.O.B.E The G-L-O-B-E baby Now if your main goal is to be like G.L.O.B.E I hate to bust your bubble but that's a no-no It's inevitable [?] Inevitably you could be the G-L-O-B-E (Outro) Shake it baby shake it shake shake it baby Shake it baby shake it shake shake it baby Shakin' it baby shake it shake shakin' it baby (Who you funkin' with) Shakin' it baby shake it shake shakin' it baby Shakin' it baby shake it shake shakin' it baby (Who you funkin' with) Shakin' it baby shake it shake shakin' it baby Shakin' it baby shake it shake shakin' it baby Shakin' it baby shake it shake shakin' it baby (Who you funkin' with) Shakin' it baby shake it shake shakin' it baby Shakin' it baby shake it shake shakin' it baby (Who you funkin' with) Shakin' it baby shake it shake shakin' it baby (We ain't takin' no shots) Shakin' it baby shake it shake shakin' it baby Shakin' it baby shake it shake shakin' it baby (We ain't takin' no shots) Shakin' it baby shake it shake shakin' it baby Shakin' it baby shake it shake shakin' it baby Shakin' it baby shake it shake shakin' it baby Shakin' it baby shake it shake shakin' it baby Shakin' it baby shake it shake shakin' it baby (Who you funkin' with) Until end