Lyrical Breakdown of Communism - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Communism" 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 "Communism" 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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Yo Troy I'ma come on the rhythm
With a little bit of Communism
Yeah, hah
So check it out, yeah
Chick-a chick-a I'm
Chick-a chick-a on
Chick-a chick-a my
My own shit
Like an entrepeneur, that stepped in maneur
Man I'm newer than a Jack, I went up the hill with Jill
And Jack chills big booty
But then the booty up, I told the bitch she better have my money
Or step to the AMG
You know com'n sense, okay, can be
That nigga that be making all the bid-by-by-bye sounds
But since then, Common calm down!
I'm on some calm shit watch Com get complicated
Simple motherfuckers say the way that Com communicated
Was too complex, I got a complex not to complain
On my brain no complaint and so will my community
And I prefer compliments
So I complement at an angle, of 90 degrees
Since the 90's, and music got known for grease
I got a sense of direction and a compass
Come past MC's with compassion, though I heard the screams of
But I ain't shy, so why shall I comfort
Commiserate at the fort with Jeff, I'm so ill
But I chilled in my compartment with no company and no meals
Now Com can get the panty, but I want my own company
And Com is on a mission not to work for commission
It's a common market and it's so much competition
But to me, competition is none
To my comp I'm a ton, I get amped like Watts in a riot
My Compact Disc is a commodity, so buy it
Instead of competing with Pete
Com compromised, Com made a promise
Not to commercialize, but compound the soul
Without the elements, compelling sense into Communism