Lyrical Breakdown of Word From Our Sponsor - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Word From Our Sponsor" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Boogie Down Productions weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Word From Our Sponsor" 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Boogie Down Productions's narrative.
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This is a test
Of the Boogie Down production prevention against sucker MCs
In the event of a real emergency
You would have been instructed on which jams to play
And how loud to blast your radio
And now, a word from our sponsor
I'm from the Bronx, Blastmaster K-R-S One
Proving that my job ain't done until I get some
More, no need to roar or yell
'Cause, I can still tell what will sell
And would have sold without yellin' over a drum roll
That style is old
So unfold, blossom, bloom
You got the room, so go ahead and consume
A new era, K-R-S One comes better
Bite another lyric? never
'Cause I'm too clever, however, I own my own label
Partners with Scott La Rock, he's on the turntable
And partner Lee Smith
I'm exercising a true gift just to uplift
Hip-hop, hip-hop, my voice is like a monster
And now a word from our sponsor
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
I got to start this rhyme again
How many words can I find that rhyme and still keep in mind
Every lyric must come out on time?
Not many but I have plenty
Scott La Rock sent me just to devastate anyone
Any daughter, any son that comes my way
Hey, you got to go the other way
I represent my DJ, Scott LaRock, D-Nice the beat box
I only wear Nikes, not Adidas or Reeboks
Many people know me, yet I'm known by few
My name is K-R-S-One, son, not two
Or three or four or five or six
The mix is on Scott La Rock and Scott La Rock is on the mix
Cool like the air we breathe
Inhale, exhale, perpetrators will fail
As sure as my name is Blastmaster KRS
Sit and listen to the very essence of this tale
From the days of prison, I have uprisen
To my family members, I'm marked down as missing
Listen, circumstances put me right in the street
With the will to survive, get paid, eat and sleep
Some weep or should I rather say, some cry
Can't get by, so later on they die
Because the strong will survive, the weak will perish
Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish
I love what I got and like what I had
I'm glad, not sad and I don't even get mad
I get even, myself and some others I believe in
'Cause these others are my brothas and perfection, we're achieving
Yes, my name is K-R-S, my brother is a Rasta
Let me pause and now a word from our sponsor