Lyrical Breakdown of Posse In Effect - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Posse In Effect" 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 "Posse In Effect" 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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Yes, yes, y'all, you don't stop

Keep it on and stockin' the place

Well, I'm MCA, I got nothing to prove

Pay attention, my intention is to bust a move

I drink quarts and cans and bottles and sixes

Between the turntables keep the vodka and the mixes

Well, I'm Mike D, I got the deuces wild

A list of girlies' numbers that I've dialed

I do the Smurf, the Popeye, and the Jerry Lewis

I like Bullwinkle, but I don't like Brutus

Well, I'm schoolin' in the boy's room, coolin' by the locker

All the girls in class knows that I'm the cool rocker

Punk in the hall, man, I shoulda, oughta hit him

Had the fresh rhymes, and the kid cold bit 'em

Smokin' in the boys room is what I do best

While you were at a party, your girlfriend fessed

I keep a pistol in my pocket, so you better be cautious

Fly around the world, but it makes me nauseous

Mike D's day off every day of the week

I got to the party and I did the freak

I got a girl in the Castle and one in the pagoda

You know I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda

I'm a Def Manhattan killer, a rhyme thriller

A mic in my hand and a mouth full of Miller

I got a hat, not a visor, I drink Budweiser

The turntable's up on the drum riser

The needle's in the groove, and the vinyl's on the platter

I know that I'm fly, man, there's no need to flatter

I travel around the globe, it's keeping girlies dizzy

My name's Mike D, so watch me get busy, y'all

G-g-get busy, y'all

G-g-get busy, y'all

You're a fake wearin' sucker whose gold got rusted

Dusted, rusted, mustard, 'sgusted

Cheaper than a hot dog with no mustard

Mustard, mustard, mustard, mustard

You tried to steal my fresh, and you got cold busted

Busted, busted, busted, busted

Your crew's all soft, and I'm disgusted

'Sgusted, 'sgusted, 'sgusted

I'm from downtown from the city from of Manhattan

I got a lotta girlies, and not one's cattin'

My posse's in effect, and we're doin' the deuce

And we got more rhymes than your whole damn crew

Caught you poppin' that weak, and you must have been dusted

Dusted, dusted, dusted

Stuck your head in the toilet and stone-cold flushed it

Flushed it, flushed it, flushed it, flushed it

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