Lyrical Breakdown of Young, Gifted and Black - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Young, Gifted and Black" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Big Daddy Kane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Young, Gifted and Black" 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Big Daddy Kane's narrative.

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[Minister Farrakhan] So out of the MERCY of Allah And the LAW, written in our nature We call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence And when that individual, I make, NO apologies For what I'm about to say [Big Daddy Kane] Rough, rugged and real, you're on standstill To obey okay so let the man build Words of rapture that you have to capture And I just slapped ya With the hand full of literature That's dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw Rappers I replace, rub out, and erase Competition you must be on freebase Smokin or chokin, bound to be broken Man, get your damn hands off the mic that I'm chokin! Cause I got a strangehold You're still cold off the road for the role you stole Rhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out Crossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out I'm not a pop star, rock'n'roller I'm a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a Mic like a hammer, and drop grammar Treat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him Those who dispute get treated just like a prostitute They get the boot and played like a flute So just PLAY mute, don't even whisper Open your mouth to speak and I'm diss ya Ragtag and dog, put you in the morgue Because you're petty confetti and not ready to rock steady In other words, you're half-steppin' Tiptoein, get goin, because my weapon Is not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun But when it come to hype rhymes I got one Just like the album is still the same _Long Live the Kane_ ain't a damn thing changed I still get ill and kill at will and build the skill To fill your grill so don't tell me you're real We sample beats, you sue and try to fight us *Tchk* Maaaan, you still be home with arthritis! If we didn't revive em, bring back alive Old beats that we appreciated, you wouldn't survive You'd be another memory to us Ashes to ashes and dust to dust So understand, the way that I live That's positive - and the message I got to give It's a benefit for you and me I'm talkin bout P.E.A.C.E. The chosen one that has turned a new leaf I got gold teeth, and they don't chew beef No pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish The Kane fallin victim? *tchk* Sucker, you wish I flow like water, slaughter Put you out of order. floored ya! Rappers are raggin and taggin and snaggin and braggin To be on the bandwagon, but I'm the Last Dragon With the knack to attract the pack So just GET BACK, I'm young, gifted and black And just go with the flow you know In the place to be with my man Marley Marl Sendin this out to Divine Force Can't forget my main man Heavy D And to my good brothers EPMD And to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast Can't forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two I say, peace!