Lyrical Breakdown of No Sleep Till Brooklyn - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "No Sleep Till Brooklyn" 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 "No Sleep Till Brooklyn" 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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No sleep 'til

Brooklyn

Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal

Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle

My job ain't a job, it's a damn good time

City to city, I'm running my rhymes

On location, touring around the nation

Beastie Boys always on vacation

Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable

I do what I do best because I'm willing and able

Ain't no faking, your money I'm taking

Going coast to coast to watch all the girlies shaking

While you're at the job working nine to five

The Beastie Boys at the Garden, cold kickin' it live

No sleep 'til

Another plane, another train

Another bottle in the brain

Another girl, another fight

Another drive all night

Our manager's crazy, he always smokes dust

He's got his own room at the back of the bus

Tour around the world, you rock around the clock

Plane to hotel, girls on the jock

Trashing hotels like it's going out of style

Getting paid along the way 'cause it's worth your while

Four on the floor, Ad Rock's out the door

MCA's in the back because he's skeezin' with a whore

We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack

With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back

White boys got more rhymes

No sleep 'til

No sleep 'til Brooklyn

No sleep 'til Brooklyn

Ain't seen the light since we started this band

MCA get on the mike, my man

Born and bred in Brooklyn, the U.S.A

They call me Adam Yauch but I'm MCA

Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

Limos, arenas, and TV shows

Autograph pictures and classy hoes

Step off, Homes, get out of my way

Taxing little girlies from here to L.A

Waking up before I get to sleep

'Cause I'll be rockin' this party eight days a week

No sleep 'til

No sleep 'til Brooklyn

No sleep 'til Brooklyn

No sleep 'til Brooklyn (Brooklyn)

No sleep 'til Brooklyn, yeah

No sleep 'til Brooklyn (Brooklyn)

No sleep 'til Brooklyn (Brooklyn)

No sleep 'til Brooklyn (Brooklyn)

No sleep 'til Brooklyn (Brooklyn)

No sleep 'til Brooklyn (Brooklyn)

Never sleep 'til Brooklyn (Brooklyn)