Lyrical Breakdown of Oh Word - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Oh Word" 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 "Oh Word" 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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Yo what the schnitzel we're back Shit's getting duller and duller and that's a fact I don't care what you heard or care what you seen I swear it wasn't me in Bear magazine Because I'm not that hairy oh contrary I go with the flow though the tempo varies So twist the cap and pop the cork My name's Adrock made in New York Oh word? What the ponytail, I don't eat snail I'll steal your keys and then I'll check your mail 'Cause I'm the creepy crawler that be crawling your walls And I'm the shot caller when it comes to shot calls And I'll be rockin' parties from block to block And block party to party the neighborhoods on lock So hide your eyes, wait, I saw you looking The name's MCA made in downtown Brooklyn Oh word? Yo what the parsley, parsley to the teeth I'm a rhyme style writer you're a rhyme style thief I may be paranoid you tried to fade me Here's a song for you "Lady" Make you bug out like you don't know what to do Your momma says "shame on you" When you're dancing with your crew So get that poor chicken up off your fork My name's Mike D made in New York Oh word? Yo what the falafel you gotta get up awful Early to fool Mr. Furley And that's word to Aunt Shirley and you could Stick your head in the toilet give yourself a swirley Listen up biters go please stop While I'm politicin' at Murray's Cheese Shop Believe what you heard when you talk My name is Adrock made in New York Oh word? What the phone booth word to hair moose You're on the corner and you're selling a hog's tooth Don't mean to dis but I've got to point out The hogs tooth belong inside the hog's mouth Like Ernest Shackleton said to Ord Lees I'll have dog pemmican with my tea Now pass the wok 'cause I'm cookin' The names MCA made in Downtown Brooklyn Oh word? Yo, what the doofus, say good night You're Snidely Whiplash I'm Dudley Do-you-right Times are off the hinges leave your 2 way at the door We're all up the creek a long way from shore Not walking around looking to get you cake The D is for Diamonds not for Drakes This not a fantasy and I'm not Mr. O'Rourke The name's Mike D made in New York Oh word?