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!