Lyrical Breakdown of RE: DEFinition - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Black Star weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "RE: DEFinition" 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 Black Star 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 Black Star's narrative.

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One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top Best alliance in hip-hop, wayohh I said, one two three, Black Star shine eternally We came to rock it on to the tip-top And Hi-Tek make the beat drop, wayohh RE: Definition, turning your play into a tragedy Exhibit level degree on the mic, passionately Niggas is sweet so I bet if I bit I'd get a cavity Living to get high, you ain't flyer than gravity We die hard like the battery thrown in the back of me by the mad MC Who think imitation is the highest form of flattery, actually Don't be mad at me, I had to be the one to break it to you You be kicked into obscurity like judo, no, Menudo 'Cause you pseudo, trying to compete with reality like Xerox Towards destruction you spiraling like hairlocks, wipe them teardrops Chasing stars in your eyes, playing games with your lives Now the wives is widows, soaking up pillows, weeping like willows Still no blacks is dying, 'cause they live and they trying "How to Make a Slave" by Willie Lynch is still applying Regardless, the Mos is one of my closest partners Rocking ever since before Prince was called The Artist Rocking before Funkmaster Flex was rocking Starter When 'Pac and Biggie was still cool, before they was martyrs Life or death, if I'm choosing with every breath I'm enhancing Stop, there comes a time when you can't run What, lyrically handsome, go collect a king's ransom Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a phantom You'll talk about me to your grandsons Cats who claiming they hard be mad fags So I run through 'em like flood water through sandbags Competition is mad, what I got, they can't have Sinking they ship, like Moby Dick to Ahab Son I'm way past the minimum, entering millennium My raps the holy gat to your back like Palestinians Ancient Abyssinia, sure to hold the Gideon Official b-boy gentlemen, long term, never the interim Born inside the winter wind, day after December 10 These simpletons they mentioned in the synonym for feminine Sweeter than some cinnamon, the Danish rings by Entenmann's Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses sent to them (Gentlemen) You got a tenement, well then assemble it! Leave your unit trembling like herds of moving elephant Intelligent embellishment, follow for your element From Flatbush settlement, skin possesses melanin Hotter than tales of crack peddling, making 'em woop Like blue gelatine, swing like Duke Ellington Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me The hot Apache red who burn down your chief teepee You see me? One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top Best alliance in hip-hop, wayohh I said, one two three, Black Star shine eternally We came to rock it on to the tip-top Because we ruling hip-hop, yes we is ruling hip-hop Talib Kweli is ruling hip-hop Say we Black Star, we rule hip-hop-ah-ahh-ah-ahh-ahh Whoahhhh!