Lyrical Breakdown of The Scoop - Remastered 2009 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Scoop - 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 "The Scoop - 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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I don't get blind, I don't drink wine I took a sledge hammer and I broke my nine Because my life is mine, word is bond I rhyme And every day I write the book down line by line I'm feeling good when I do it like this So come on and turn it up because you can't resist Because I'm back with another track in which you lack 'Cause things is wack and that's a fact Because I'm on time, you're shouting rewind You know, it's Ad-Rock that's blowing your mind My shit is rough and you know it is so damn tough I'm getting intense, not talking nonsense I made up my mind, not sitting on the fence I don't always know the right from the wrong Do my best to figure it out and work it out in the long I try to do a lot, more than I can chew I balance out my ambitions what I got to do Check it, better believe it, y'all Check it, better believe it, y'all This is rough and tough 'Cause you hide in broad day light, a parasite A hypocrite, you take a peek quick You turn your nose up (what), you think you're high up You play it real safe and now your shit's fake I seen you hawking and then you clock my style And then you try to play it off like you think you're wild D.I.Y., that means do it yourself I don't sit around waitin' for someone's help I don't sit back and say, "Good enough" I keep on striving, reinventing, keepin' it off the cuff So I kick the level up cuhootnified Mackadocius vibes, positively fortified I'm throwing rhymes down, kickin' them downtown Traveling high speed through the underground I kick it freestyle, make it worth your while I've got shelves of rhymes that I keep on file I'm feeling good now, back home again Well, New York City is the city that I feel at home in A blast from the Grasshoff, awhile it's been Stepping into the future again Uh, and now I'm straight from 88 To 93 to 94, I'm out the door Step into the party with the FILA fresh gear People looking at me like I was David Koresh here Kicking rhymes from the heart 'cause that's where I'm at Fuck the bullshit, be it far from me to pop that In the search for truth, I go a lot of ways There's not a lot of peace that I find these days I try to stay cool, I try to stay calm But my life is getting hectic like a smoke bomb So I'll say it like the group Huggy Bear There's a boy-girl revolution of which you should be aware You can't diss me, it ain't worth it, B You put yourself down and you don't even see 'Cause I don't play that, I know who I am For a minute I did but now I'm back again I'm feeling strong, see, trust myself, G Well, I stopped smoking cheeba and that was part of the key We, we've got fire, we need water There ain't no water, so I guess I ought to Leave you broke in a comatose state of mind And I'm blind and I'm working overtime, so check it I keep my rhymes in my little black book And I know you wanna take another look This is rough and tough