Lyrical Breakdown of Hold It Now, Hit It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hold It Now, Hit It" 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 "Hold It Now, Hit It" 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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Hold it now, hit it Yo, Leroy! Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah Why don't you hook up that def jam right about now? Now I chill real ill when I start to chill When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills Sipping pints of ale out the window sill When I get my fill, I'm chilly-chill Now, I just got home because I'm out on bail What's the time? It's time to buy ale! Peter eater, parking meter, all of the time If I run out of ale, it's Thunderbird wine Miller-drinking, chicken-eating, dress so fly I got friends in high places that are keeping me high Get down with Mike D and it ain't no hassle I got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle Hold it now, hit it Yo, Leroy! It's my drum, it's my, hold it now, it's my rhyme And now it's me, Adam Yauch, in the place to be All the girls are on me 'cause I'm down with Mike D I'm down with Mike D, and it ain't no baloney For real, not phony, O.E. and Rice-a-Roni I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day Well, I'm the King Ad-Rock, and he's MCA Well, I'm cruisin', I'm bruisin', I'm never ever losing I'm in my car, I'm going far, and dust is what I'm using Around the way is where I'm from And I'm from Manhattan, and I'm not a bum Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping, got that juice My name's Mike D, and I can do that Jerry Lewis Hold it now, hit it Yo, Leroy! Yo, that was real def, man, try that again, man I like that def stuff, boy Hip-hoppin', body rockin', doin' the do Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue Belly fillin', always illin', bustin' caps My name's Mike D, and I write my own snaps I'm a-peep-show seeking on the Forty-Deuce I'm a killer at large, and I'm on the loose Pistol packing, Monkey drinking, no money bum I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from Cheap-skatin', perpetrating, money-hungry jerk Every day I drink O.E., and I don't go to work You drippy-nose knucklehead, you're wet behind the ears You like men and we like beers! Hold it now, hit it Yo, Leroy! Bust that choco-lotto What, huh, yo, man, pass that over here, man, all right King of the Ave with the def female You're rhymin' and stealin' with the freshest ale Kid cooling at the crib watching my TV Ed Norton, Ted Knight, and Mr. E-D Pump it up, homeboy, just don't stop Chef Boyardee, cooling on the pot I take no slack, 'cause I got the knack I'm never dusting out 'cause I tossed that crack The King Ad-Rock, that is my name Y'all drinking Moët, and we got the champagne A quarter droppin', going shoppin', buyin' wigs Surgeon general, cut professor, DJ Thiggs Hold it now, hit it Hit it Hold it now, hit it Yo, Leroy!