Lyrical Breakdown of Paul Revere - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Paul Revere" 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 "Paul Revere" 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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Now here's a little story I got to tell

About three bad brothers you know so well

It started way back in history

With Ad-Rock, MCA and me, Mike D

Been had a little horsey named Paul Revere

Just me and my horsey and a quart of beer

Ridin' 'cross the land, kickin' up sand

Sheriff's posse's on my tail 'cause I'm in demand

One lonely Beastie I be

All by myself without nobody

The sun is beatin' down on my baseball hat

The air is gettin' hot, the beer is gettin' flat

Lookin' for a girl, I ran into a guy

His name is MCA, I said, "howdy", he said, "hi"

He told a little story that sounded well-rehearsed

Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst

The brew was in my hand, and he was on my tip

His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry, he asked me for a sip

He said, "Can I get some?"

I said, "You can't get none"

Had a chance to run, pulled out his shotgun

Quick on the draw, I thought I'd be dead

He put the gun to my head and this is what he said

"Now my name is MCA, I got a license to kill

I think you know what time it is, it's time to get ill

Now what do we have here, an outlaw and his beer?

I run this land, you understand? I've made myself clear"

We stepped into the wind, he had a gun, I had a grin

You think this story's over, but it's ready to begin

"Now I've got the gun, you've got the brew

You got two choices of what you can do

It's not a tough decision, as you can see

I can blow you away or you can ride with me"

I said, "I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border

The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter

I did it like this, I did it like that

I did it with the whiffleball bat"

So I'm on the run, the cop got my gun

And right about now it's time to have some fun

The King Ad-Rock, that is my name

And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne

We rode for six hours then we hit the spot

The beat was a-bumpin' and the girlies was hot

This dude was starin' like he knows who we are

We took the empty spot next to him at the bar

MCA said, "Yippe-Yo, you know this kid?"

I said I didn't, but I know he did

The kid said, "Get ready, 'cause this ain't funny

My name's Mike D and I'm about to get money"

Pulled out the jammy, aimed it at the sky

He yelled, "Stick 'em up!" and let two fly

Hands went up and people hit the floor

He wasted two kids that ran for the door

"I'm Mike D and I get respect

Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect"

MCA was with it, and he's my ace

So I grabbed the piano player and punched him in the face

Piano player's out, the music stopped

His boy had beef, and he got dropped

Mike D grabbed the money, MCA snatched the gold

I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold