Lyrical Breakdown of 1999 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "1999" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Common weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "1999" 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 Common 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 Common's narrative.

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"Still getting mine, in the 1 9 9 9" Yo, just relax, take it easy slow down I had this, I had this friend of mine Who just, you know, he was moving too fast, you known I'm saying? I told him to slow down, he said the sun don't chill I said, I said still, I said still, you gotta Just appreciate life, sit back, don't let it fly right past you No matter what go on I'm still gettin mine No matter the year, no matter the place, no matter the time Check it It's like I'm fighting for freedom, writing for freedom These record company niggas I don't like when I see 'em My ancestors, when I'm writing I see 'em and talk with 'em Hoping in the promise land I can walk with 'em Shitted on so many rappers it's like I'm in the stall with 'em Molest concepts, stalk rhythms, paid dues, bought wisdom As legends fall my godmother answer heaven's call Preachers' daughters get fucked in the reverand's hall MCs reckless eyeball, why y'all wanna go and do that? Must've thought I was solo, the name just ain't the U-Ac No mo', still together Like in the ghetto photo with one nigga in the chair Holding liquor in despair, gang signs in the air I shine in spaces where time is just a glare Hold the mic like a memory Niggas say I'm nice with metaphors but these are similes Street ministry, my poetry's a penitentiary, track is visitation Sentences is life, I'm like chief up in this demonstration Still... You squirm with discomfort, wiggle and cough Six days of madness and you might throw me off On this great ball of stress that they call the earth I'mma show y'all in rhyme just how much shit I been through And all the places I went to, always played the low It's like a competition, this mission here I'm telling you Slip up and rhyme-ass niggas here is felling you Crash courses, slow down you can't learn that quick Cause I'm the dead eye, with the red eye, from Chi to L-I I thought y'all knew, every year I grew, I'm still growing And in a year or two I hope my girl'll be showing A male seed, praise God I name him Moses I lead people I want him to, that's why I chose this Now is the glass half-full or half-empty Common, why they tempt me The king of the simply, bore in mic I always stay on top cause I give niggas what they like I know y'all hate that why I feel I owe y'all everyday If y'all hear it a thousand times, it's gon' be the same way The 'Dat-Father, go farther, why bother Now I'm a peaceful man, I don't want no stress You know I'm still... Yo yo, some get Range Rovers, some religion change-over Angel on my main shoulder telling me remain sober Token nigga, game's over ain't no payola in freestyle In battles, I'm warring like a G-Child Searching for the child in me, this style in me This release is like the piece that's now in me They tried to 'sassinate me god, like Martin on the balcony Lyrically I put a hit on 'em, cause I'm the style "Nitti" Catch a flick at the Liquid Kitty Trying to get a chick to kick it with me till the tilt Told her my chamber's like Wilt Built with her for a sec, let her know I had respect Less than a hour she was giving me neck, yo I'm still getting mine