Lyrical Breakdown of Declaration - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Declaration" 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 "Declaration" 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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Yo, this girl called me
"Hi Pos! Heard your shit, back in style baby!"
Heard the De La, said I'm back in style y'know?
Heh
(You-you-you you need to stop)
(I declare that only live niggas rap this year)
(Jam's off the meter yo, this shit is hot)
(There's always ONE. (ONE!))
(Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains)
(There it is!!)
(I declare that only live niggas rap this year)
The average MC sells terror
We nail terror up against the wall for target practice
Not one of your top five MC's
But I see clearly with ease you lack this
Coast to coast, we pop up on your scene like toast
Playin host to your regiment
Who rally to boast, but now boast no more
They got floored by the sight of my ledger print
I came specifically, to fracture yo' ability
To grandstand anywhere next to me
This is the year, when the true better man
Keeps the cheddar and writes to his destiny (word!)
Timeless episodes of talent got me nominated
By the ones who hated me on spittin' tighter
Salute these "Supa Emcees" for bein' clever;
And never use the weed as a ghostwriter
(I declare that only live niggas rap this year)
(Jam's off the meter yo, this shit is hot)
(Run a rapper through a maze like a experiment)
(Yeah, word up)
(I declare that only live niggas rap this year)
Contrary to popular truth, these youth are runnin' scared
So in one stare they gettin' strapped
Cash rules nothin' from below the belt
The dick choose to melt asses where them dollars at
(Where them dollars at?) Musta been bitten by a rabbit
Actin silly like that; your pop culture need a diaper change
I'm snatchin' the mic, like I'm lootin'
With a whole lot of shootin' while you're keepin' out of sniper range
Your aim's to please, my aim's to freeze
You dead center in your tracks with your hands high
Ain't no tricks, we set it to fire like Hendrix
All the hard rocks at liquor spots
All over the scene, makin' it messy
So we make a clean getaway to a better day
Can't say the same, for them cats who left the game
'Cause they couldn't claim the better pay
This ain't no masquerade
So the mass parade of people need to stop frontin'
There's truly a few makin' them hits
While us, we got our mitts closed cause you on the field buntin'
Make it to third base, but never reach home
The word is, your whereabouts is unknown
While we're that point of view, that you never really knew
With the stitch to keep the cut sewn (De La)
(I declare that only live niggas rap this year)
(Jam's off the meter yo, this shit is hot)
Rock a bye baby on the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
Rock, rock