Lyrical Breakdown of Rhymin & Stealin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rhymin & Stealin" 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 "Rhymin & Stealin" 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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Because Mutiny on the Bounty's what we're all about I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder 'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder, cold cold gettin' colder Terrorizin' suckers on the seven seas And if you've got beef, you get capped in the knees We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest Most illingest b-boy, I got that feelin' 'Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Snatchin' gold chains, nickin' pieces of eight I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate We got wenches on the benches and bitties with titties Housin' all girlies from city to city One for all and all for one Takin' out MC's with a big shotgun All for one and one for all Because the Beastie Boys have gone AWOL Friggin' in the riggin', man, cuttin' your throat Big bitin' suckers gettin' thrown in the moat We got maidens and wenches, man they're on the ace Captain Bligh's gonna die when we break his face Most illingest b-boy, I got that feelin' I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Torchin' and crackin' and rhymin' and stealin' Robbin' and rapin', bustin' two in the ceilin' I'm wheelin', I'm dealin', I'm drinkin', not thinkin' Never cower, never shower and I'm always stinkin' Yo-ho-ho and a pint of Brass Monkey And when my girlie shakes her hips, she sure gets funky Skirt chasin', free basin', killin' every village We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage Most illingest b-boy, I got that feelin' I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' I was drinkin' my rum, a Def son of a gun I fought the law and I cold won Black Beard's weak, Moby Dick's on the tick 'Cause I pull out the jammy and I squeeze off six My pistol is loaded, I shot Betty Crocker Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to hell's gate Most illingest b-boy, I got that feelin' I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Most illingest b-boy, I got that feelin' I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Most illingest b-boy, I got that feelin' 'Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Most illingest b-boy, I got that feelin' I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Most chillinest b-boy I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Most killingest b-boy I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Most dustin' out b-boy, I'm tossin' my dust Most finkinest b-boy, I'm doin' that finkin' Most rhyminest b-boy, I'm stretchin' my shade Most shootinest b-boy, I think you're shit Most rhyminest b-boy, I'll steal your shit homeboy Most taxinest b-boy, I'll tax you boy Most illingest illingest illingest b-boy Taxin' all y'all squares, yeah!