Lyrical Breakdown of Any Type Of Way - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Any Type Of Way" 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 "Any Type Of Way" 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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Uh Yeah Ayo Prim' man I be hollering at these cats man, you know Trying to make them understand the realness in this here game man you know This how serious it is on these streets Yo check it, uh... (1st verse) Survival of the Fittest today, that's still the test I seen em kill the best, in this ghetto wilderness It's real in the field, cause they bring the drama hard Guliani got me off, looking like it's Amistad Be whatever's clever, with the thought of slipping Thug's start to flipping, black women resort to stripping When they say, the drug game's dead, that's not a fable Hustler's is locked down, or either got a label Either try to keep the heat on ya, on the street corner Ya sleep, a week later, your peeps mourn ya Stick up kids, pudding in working in pea's Your food stamps feed the next cat Turkey and Cheese Aint no devourance, I speak it now in defense I'm only here to make dollar, outta knowledge, power, sense So be about the paper, till your pockets are full Please stop with the bull, less is profitable, come on... (Chorus: scratched by DJ Premier) "Making moves any type of way" "Straight gutter from the ghetto to the burb" "Take it back to the days of..." "Do or Die" "Straight from Bedstuy" "Know what I'm sayin" "Making moves any type of way" "Straight gutter from the ghetto to the burb" "Put these rapper's under pressure, till they break" "Ya'll know who this is" "You know" (2nd verse) If you in this for the cheddar, you better get it fast Cause in another minute, aint gon be no middle class What you think this shit will last, time to Monopolize Streets got lots of guys, and I know we got the size What I prophesize, is the way to start the rise Cross the T's, dot the I's, and we will not demise I come through the door, four four's to get at your's The Eye of the Tiger, no, I'm coming with the claws It's my chance to get the finance, so why dance With proper guidance, To take it to the next high stance I'm tryin to live Incredible, get dat revenue Thinking ahead of you, that's your girl, let her through What you better do, is try to chase the paper Society will rape ya, when you fight forces of nature I been walked that path before, so I do feel you The early bird will get the worm, and drink it with Tequila Ya heard... (Chorus) (3rd verse) I've been sitting outside, building with this O.G. Never will I forget hte jewels, that he told me He said when you holding, never show your wins In this ghetto, your friends flip on you like Doberman's Dat buldge in your pocket I see, you better hide While you at it, tuck that medallion inside Forget the microphone, you need the iron we squeeze So you can, clap four like Siamese seals Distrust and greed, this was indeed Given by the man's, and know we living by the land And life I tackle, with my soul trapped inside this Tabernackle The only thing that's missing is the shackle's Do what we gotta, to enterprise with the dollar Create a different aura, for the children of tommorow Therefore Rakim's style, to make my cash Come to me in big piles, and I'm out like 6 files Ya heard... (Chorus)