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 undefined 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 undefined employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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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)