Lyrical Breakdown of Do It - Remastered 2009 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Do It - Remastered 2009" 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 "Do It - Remastered 2009" 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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Do it, ah, let's do it

Ah, let's do it, ah, let's do it

Ah, let's do it with the disco fluid

Well, like the Blackbyrds I'm-a do it fluid

I'm building rhymes like buildings like a Stonehenge druid

Step up and get enlightened, educating the mind

I play the tape forward, it's not time to rewind

Step inside the motherfucker and I get my flow on

Amalgamating styles so I've got something to grow on

Seasons change when it comes their time

Falls brings the winter and on back to springtime

Well, it's the King Ad-Rock and that's who I am

Listen all of y'all, I'm not the Son of Sam

'Cause I'm thin and I don't grin

But check it out people 'cause I loves to go and swim

Caught up on the phone, fiber optic distraction

Information super highway got the brain contraction

I'm the Kung Fu master vs. The Sumo wrestler

Got the beats in Manhattan you can hear in Westchester

Well, my mother was born out in Coney Island

Raised on the LES, Manhattan Island

My dad came out from Detroit and they had me

And then back through Ellis Island goes the family tree

Well, I'm a six point seven on the Richter Scale

I've got rhymes gallore and then I never fail

Like gravy to potatoes, Luke to Darth Vader

I'm a souped-up sucker and I'll see you all later

Let's do it, ah, let's do it

Ah, let's do it, do it, do it, do it

Let's do it, ah, let's do it

Ah, let's do it, do it, do it, do it

You see me comin' down the block with the funky cuts

You say, "Hey, Mike D" and I say, "Mike deez nuts"

I've got attractions like I'm Elvis Costello

Adam Yauch, you grab the mic cause you know you're my mellow

Well, when I get it into the zone

I'm gonna take it to a place where I'm all alone

Well, when I got my shit with my rhyme style's kicking

My brain is flowing honest like Abe Lincoln

'Cause I'm the fuckin' rhythm ace with the rhyme selection

Listen all of y'all, I rap with perfection

Because I got the motherfuckin' old school flavor

That you savor, so watch your behavior

Talking other dimensions, levels higher

Why did Billy Joel say, "We Didn't Start the Fire"

Take you to another realm, ugh, another level

I've got the funky rhymes but I'm not the funky devil

I step from minute to minute, lifetime to lifetime

Step from stage to stage to see it all unwind

Slowly but surely I seek to find my mind

And every wall that I face is of my own design

Glendale Boulevard, boulevard

Glendale Boulevard, that's where I'm at

It's where I'm at, where I live, check it-check it out

Because my head is like a sieve and, yo, we turn it out

Do it, let's do it

With your mind, put your body into it

Let's do it, let's do it

With your mind, put your body into it

Let's do it, let's do it

With your mind, put your body into it

Let's do it

A'ight, we got the funk

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

We got the funk

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

What the, we got the f-f-funk

Rrrrr!

We got the funk