Lyrical Breakdown of Time To Get Ill (Live) [Europe, Winter 95] - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Time To Get Ill (Live) [Europe, Winter 95]" 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 "Time To Get Ill (Live) [Europe, Winter 95]" 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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Oh my goodness
So what's the time?
It's time to get ill
So what's the time?
It's time to get ill
So what's the time?
It's time to get ill
So what's the fucking time?
It's time to get ill
I don't have a place I like to waste my time
And when I'm on the mic I kick my motherfucking rhyme
'Cause I'm out on bail, my dick in jail
If the judge sentence me to life, I won't go to jail
Because I'm cool, calm, collected, the last one was ejected
To do my thing, that's a game, you really disrespect
Because I got all the time that I need to chill
So what's that time?
It's time to get ill
So what's the time?
It's time to get ill
So what's the time?
It's time to get ill
So what's the time?
It's time to get ill
Rock it on the mic and show your skills
Well I went out to the other way and down to the deli
And I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly
Got rhymes galore, got rhymes galore
Yo, I got more rhymes than Phyllis Diller
MCA take a stand, put the ink on the man
A party turnin' up, she don't give a goddamn
My name is MCA and I'm licensed to kill, damn
So what's the time?
It's time to get ill
So what's the time?
It's time to get ill
So what's the time?
It's time to get ill
So what's the time?
It's time to get ill
Rock it on the mic, give us your fucking skills
Because I'm running down the block and bring it back to the man
And now you feel me chilling just as cool as I can
Cool, coolin' on the corner with a forty of a weed
I'm being a g'neal, put that with Mike C
When I'm from the jail, 'cause you don't give a damn
When I do the time, I just infect you with
Video the tech device connected, runnin' things
And I'm the king at rock, I eat the kernels, please
I'm looking for a fly, things are gettin' wide
I'm MCA and be on the stand just as you and I
I shoulda cut off Dave, it's such a sight to see
It's such a drink, it's such a dick, I'm on Mike D
What is my word? It's just a pusher when I'm hurt
The D is here to see and I get to the church
MCA rock, come on, get three chills
What's the time?
It's time to get ill