Lyrical Breakdown of Come On Down - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Come On Down" 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 "Come On Down" 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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When I'm in motion it's just like the flow of the ocean
The weight of the words swerve and curve
My style flexes bigger than the state of Texas
Quick as a Lamborghini, smooth as a Lexus
I guess that makes me the top of the line
Oh yes I'm the most prime of all time
'Cause as soon as I pick up the mic
And begin and the lyrics just start
To flowing, ahem ahem
Coughing couldn't stop me from going
On with the rapture, so that I can capture
Your mind with state of the art music made to adapt to
To knowledge the God on the groove
Because when my tongue moves I just love that I'm smooth
Do it with these and in times I leave rears
To give 'em a little of the flavor that please
As I, school in the who in pursuin'
And doin', and reignin' again and the
Gutter and stutter, and killin', and chillin'
Collectin the rent and jammin', and slammin'
And damn it's too much for one mind to comprehend
A pure blend, the way that I make words mend
And, the way that I be doin' rappers in
Michael Bivins couldn't make these Boyz II Men
I play, somethin' verbally, capable to murder the
Average MC, the tough ones I'll burn third degree
And if you're thinkin' that I'm takin' a beatin'
You're sure to see the Pink Panther speakin'
I'm a native New Yorker, I pitch a lot of porker
When I get my ride, I be the grill squawker
Tip's a smooth talker, I love Alice Walker
So get off the dillz and step back you little hawker
Better yet you hooker, you wanna show I book ya
The highest way I took ya, is you's a good looker
Queens is residential, I make the presidentials
Over instrumentals, I utilize the mentals
First saw Big Daddy at the place called Union Square
If you went in by yourself it was a terror
See, I could do that 'cause my crew is kinda phat
Outside we had the toolies, out West you call 'em gats
It's that, oh, thanks chat, well let me drop some more shit
Bring your bats and balls and please don't forfeit
'Cause you won't get away, your status will be stank
You can ride with me G I'm goin' to the bank
To meet up with Kane, up on Dollar Lane
You get the idea, cause page times is near
So rappers see they bug cause they really can't handle
Position from the rappin', 'cause some of them be slackin'
Not in this sport of thought we block out the devil
The three different flavors, you know we on the level
Check it out, uhh, as I come down and get dumb
Yes roughneck, swingin' along with the drum
Swimmin' in the, track, retaliatin' thorough is how
I react, Busta Rhymes will attack
As you feel the pain, bass kick impacts to the brain
Gotta make a mega migraine
Whattup? To the Big Daddy and Tip
My trip, flip the rhyme, then I dip
Hey, hip-hop, cool, bust the interlude
Wack do ya on the stage getting' booed
This structure it takes, bust the angle of three different flavors
On a young raider choc well that's my vocal fader
Keep my volume on extra boom
All the braids in my neck symbolizes that I want room
Word up, huh, here I am, damn
Dragon slayer stackin' layer after layer
This jam will be ran while the record flim flam
WIggle your front pram, to the runnin' man
Sam, Busta, Rhymes, comin' on time
L.O.N.S. did, rip a new design
Flavor one, taste the unborn baby
Flip before you move or catch a bad one baby
Chiggy change chump, the oversized puff
Busta pump you and the love, and then I rump
Emotional stter point, for the wild
Busta buckwild musically direct from Strong Isle
Unload, catch you like smell later
Dig on your taste of the third flavor
Direct from the lungs of the dragon, uh