Lyrical Breakdown of Root Down - Remastered 2009 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Root Down - Remastered 2009" 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 "Root Down - Remastered 2009" 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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It's not a put down, I put my foot down And then I makin' some love, I put my root down I'm like "Sweetie Pie" by the Stone Alliance Everybody knows I'm known for dropping science 'Cause I'm electric like Dick Hyman I guess you'd expect to catch the crew rhymin' Never let you down with the stereo sound So, Mike, get on the mic and turn it out We're talkin' root down, I put my boot down And if you want to battle me, you're puttin' loot down I said it's root down, it's time to scoot down I'm-a step up to the mic in my goose down Come up representin' from the Upper West Money Makin' put me to the test Sometimes I feel as though I've been blessed Because I'm doing what I want so I never rest Well, I ain't coming out goofy like the Fruit of the Loom guys Just struttin' like The Meters with the "Look-ka Py Py" Downtown Brooklyn is where I was born But when the snow is fallin' then I am gone You might think that I'm a fanatic A phone call from Utah and I'm throwing a panic So break it to the root when we kick it on down Jimmy Smith is my man, I wanna give him a pound I kick it root down Kick-kick-kick it Root-root-root down Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick it Root-root-root down Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick it Root down-down-down Kick-kick-kick-kick it Root down Well, Ad-Rock (huh?), don't stop, come on Just get on the mic with the tick and the tock Well, I'll fill you to the fuckin' rim like Brim I'm walking down your block and you say that's him There goes the guy with the funky sound The Beatsie Boys, you know we're gonna get down Because I've got the flow where I grab my dick And say, "Oh my god, that's the funky shit!" So I'm-a pass the mic and cause a panic The original nasal kid is doing damage Every morning I took the train to High Street Station Doing homework on the train, what a fucked up situation On the way back up, hearing battle tapes Through the underground, underneath the sky scrapes It's like Harlem World Battles on the Zulu Beat Show It's Kool Moe Dee vs. Busy Bee, that's one you should know Enough of that, I just want to give some respect due MCA, grab the mic and Ma Bell will connect you Bob Marley was a prophet for the freedom fight Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel alright I'm feelin' good to play a little music Tears runnin' down my face 'cause I love to do it And no one can stop this flow from flowin' on A flow master of disaster with a sound that's gone I'll take a little shout out to my Dad and Mom For bringing me into this world and so on I kick it root down Kick-kick-kick it Root-root-root down Kick-kick-kick it Root-root-root down Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick it Root-root down-down Kick-kick-kick it Root-root-root down