Lyrical Breakdown of Bizness - Common - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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(Coming at yo, coming at, coming at yo, coming at) (Coming at yo, coming at, coming at yo) Common Sense! (Common Sense!) Plug One! (Plug One!) Mos Def! (Mos Def!) Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Dr. Arma! (Dr. Arma!) A.C.O.! (A.C.O.!) De La! (De La!) Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! L.I.! (L.I.!) Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!) Chi-Town! (Chi-Town!) Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Waddup! This is the way, this is the way (way) This is the way we organize! I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high Always exhale the facts 'cause I don't inhale lie Play the greater man's game to bounce off my losses So I could earn the acres (uh), the houses (uh), the horses (ha) Of course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex The engine to my comprehension is just too complex Much too complex! Be live like Das, travellin' down South to avoid the chaos I never flaunt the coin 'cause dime-getters be gazin' (What do they call you?) They call me Luther Van', they say my style is So Amazing (yeah!) I'm fazin' those who're supposed to have the last laughter (come on) 'Cause even when I'm gone, I'm reappearin' in the after- (After-) send respects to real money makers Do not connect us with those champagne-sippin' money fakers Chase the quarter pound from NY to Chi-town What that prove? You're so full, you can't even move! 'Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't no other brother cook these delicacies Well, I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One Walk around the planet Earth, makin' money, havin' fun I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N (Yeah P!) I sit and think with a drink! check it out now! Do you wanna be an MC? Or do you wanna serve? Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it? Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester I do a show, get Extra P's like the Large Professor In fact, I get more hoes than Tesla Peep game like a refe-ree, in sole control of my desti-ny In the best of three out of five, whip anybody ass at NBA Live (rappers!) Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his gay-ass Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the Clique with gators Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner I used to love her, but now I bone her! At one point in rhyme, I thought I lost my erection I got that shit back with the Resurrection Blessings upon rhymes, old man who called him traitor Big Com-stradamus, niggas styles I predict! I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win (and who you?) D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E (Come on!) And can't no other brother cook these delicacies (And who you?) P-L-U, the G-to-the-One Walk around the planet Earth, makin' money, havin' fun Walk around the planet Earth, makin' money! What? Walk around the planet Earth, makin' fun! I'm the most from the coast on the Eastern flank Droppin' more knowledge than litter on a New York pavement Well it's me, wonder why in the place to be? Certified as superior MC Now while others explore to make it hardcore I make it hard for wack MCs to even step inside this door I rap, but they rhyme me sometimes And when we get to racin' on the mic, they line up to see The lyrical killin', stained egos on the ceilin' My rhymes escalates like black death rates Over musical plates, bein' played as the rule Kids thinkin' steppin' to my crew, you're labeled fools Who claim to drop jewels, but for now! Listen! I don't give a shit about what crew you run Or what section of earth you reside You're not even a man, so I don't deem it mandatory takin' your pride But I will, 'cause my man said Soul for the life You cry, "Keepin' it real!" Yet you should try keepin' it right That's understanding microphone mathematics Which leads to currency and temporary world status And when one shows he pose threat to this one This one will make that one into none Simple equation, zero! You shouldn't play hero You can't stand strong like the Island I'm from Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One Walk around the planet Earth, makin' money, havin' fun I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E And can't another brother cook these delicacies See, can't another brother cook these delicacies See, can't another brother cook these delicacies Common Sense! (Common Sense!) Plug One! (Plug One!) Mos Def! (Mos Def!) Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Dr. Arma! (Dr. Arma!) A.C.O.! (A.C.O.!) De La! (De La!) Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! L.I.! (L.I.!) Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!) Chi-Town! (Chi-Town!) Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Waddup! This is the way (uh), this is the way (yeah) This is the way we organize!