Lyrical Breakdown of Car Thief - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Car Thief" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Beastie Boys weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Car Thief" 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 Beastie Boys 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 Beastie Boys's narrative.

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Some static started in the pool hall

Hit a motherfucker's face with the cue ball

Then I met this girl she tried to gank me

So I smacked her in the booty with a Plank Bee

Cause me and my crew were out breakin' windows

The bingo the lotto you know I'll never win those

Possession is half the law

I had my routines before all y'all

Your whole life is comin' apart at the seams

You ain't nothing but a car thief biting routines

See I'm a city slicker I ain't no townie

Right now I wish I had another hash brownie

Like Ricky always said you've got to toke and pass

Or Mookie's gonna kick your motherfuckin' ass

You try to take what isn't yours like a God damn rat

"See I personally I wouldn't even wanna' go out like that"

I'm a writer a poet a genius I know it

I don't buy cheeba I grow it

"I'm a farmer"

People always trying to get next to me

I had a beautiful experience on ecstasy

I smoked up a bag of elephant tranquilizer

Because I had to deal with a money hungry miser

Had a caine filled Kool with my man Rush Rush

Saw my teeth fall in the sink when I started to brush

You be doing nose candy on the Bowie Coke Mirror

My girl asked for some but I pretended not to hear her

You can't deny me you always want to try me

Yo you're just gonna get your ass kicked

Homeboy throw in the towel

Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell

The Godfather of Soul in the belly of the beast

Smokin' that dust at St. Anthony's Feast

All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters

Sitting in the White House pulling their peters

Buy my cheeba from the cop down the street

The only cop with a rope chain with the walking the beat

So like a sneaky pouch time bomb tickin'

Like the beat to my rhyme just kickin'

Space cake cookies I discover who I am

I'm a dusted old bummy Hurdy Gurdy Man

Five-O caught me now I'm going to the mountains

Said good-bye to my girl my lawyers and accountants

My mind is kinda' rhymin' and I think I oughta think

So I'm rockin all the rhymes and I'll have another drink

So the lights are flashing my mind is spinning

I feel like it is always the beginning

Of another rhyme I'm rappin' MC'in' I rock

You ain't nothing but a car thief who must be stopped