Lyrical Breakdown of Shadrach - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shadrach" 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 "Shadrach" 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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Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Riddle me this, my brother, can you handle it? Your style to my style, you can't hold a candle to it Equinox symmetry and the balance is right Smokin' and drinking on a tuesday night It's not how you play the game, it's how you win it I cheat and steal and sin, and I'm a cynic For those about to rock, we salute you The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to I once was lost, but now I'm found The music washes over, and you're one with the sound Well, who shall inherit the earth? the meek shall And, yo, I think I'm starting to peak now, Al And then the man upstairs, well, I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire We're just three emcees, and we're on the go Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago Hey hey hey hey Only twenty-four hours in a day Only twelve notes, well, a man can play Music for all, but not just one people And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel More Adidas sneakers than a plumber's got pliers Got more suits than Jacoby & Meyers (wow) If not for my vices, and my bugged out desires My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires 'Cause I'm out picking pockets at the Atlantic antic And nobody wants to hear you because your rhymes are damn frantic I mix business and pleasure way too much You know, wine and women and song and such I don't get blue, I got a mean red streak You don't pay the band, your friends, yo, that's weak Get even like Steven (even) like pulling a Rambo Well, Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego (you know) Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago Hey hey hey hey Steal from the rich, and I'm out robbing banks Givin' to the poor, and I always give thanks Because I've got more stories than J.D.'s got Salinger I hold the title, and you are the challenger I've got money like Charles Dickens I've got the girlies in the coupe like the Colonel's got the chickens And I'm always going out dapper like Harry S. Truman I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman Oh, never gonna let them say that I don't love you Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago Shadrach, Mesach, Abednago Well, my noggin is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts And Adam Yoggin is yauch, and he's rockin' of course, wow Smoke the holy chalice, got my own religion Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians Like Jerry Lee Swaggart or Jerry Lee Falwell You love Mario Andretti cause he always drives his car well Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born And we love the hot butter (say what?) the popcorn Sippin' on wine and mackin' Rockin' on the stage with all the hands clappin' (yeah) Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me, Homes Being very proud to be an emcee And then the man upstairs, well, I hope that he cares If I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire Amps and crossovers under my rear hood Because the bass is bumping from the back of my fleetwood They tell us what to do? hell no Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey