Lyrical Breakdown of Down Syndrome - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Down Syndrome" 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 "Down Syndrome" 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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You sweating? Sweating, aint ya? (Keep on Singin') (Keep on Singin') (Keep on Singin') (Keep on Singin') (Keep on Singin') (Keep on Singin') (Keep on Singin') (Keep on Singin') I be that mind blessin blessin these lessons we've ignited Want to bring it to my face man you're cordially invited Cause I've cited, you possess no science in your thinking So I'm gonna (never) you're blinking Fingers be pointin, and leakin for some finna stink You think I'm pink I bl-l-link with them shades of thought and think (and in this corner be the hush) so play on William Rhodes Cause at the sound of the bell my circle square controls And all MC's best sweat, we bringin buckets of heat So don't fret kid I let you lick the love I secrete, yo Even my foes give me bravos, and that shows Total domination in this rhyme complication Yeah the skill is a cinch I rock the womb with a mic And in the days of the nipple and breast, I knew the yes yes y'allin Was the callin, clearly not for the gat For combat, I bring a bag of my rhymes for the stat I'm Plug One-of-a-kind, for you people's delight And for you sucker MC's, step to your knees Ain't no second thoughts and all your thoughts are from Orion I can tell that you a devil by them rhymes you're designin Your play doggin tactics can't fuck with my facets Just because you talk all that glock shit don't mean you can rock shit Your identities on freeze Just a form of protozoa tryin to cross them seas See high horse riders gettin shot by the sheriff Cause nobody's safe from crimes And even all you skirts need to checkin in your upstairs attic Cause Mase is smackin hoes if hoes is startin static Now it ain't all good when your jam goes wood So as a detterrant, I use mental current Got them brothers shook, peep the look comin out of the face Cause they all catch a bruise from the hits we make Your fame and cars should be listed as magnets Legends never die but they can get shot and killed Ain't nuttin glitter when you're battlin MC's You once imitated in a mirror so to down syndrome you kneel The same status I heard, the same nothin My ears fears the faulty locks tryin to lock down the stops But I earn more than your Menudo or your Boyz II Men While the syndrome keeps you immune to frequencies I send Fresher than a sniff off avenue J and Fifth I identify with your rhythm (come on) But I exist for more than just a Benz, so mends I'm cuttin off my friends to keep a smile calcium island grain Let me tell you a little something 'bout the self (tell 'em, self) I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast to Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in ginger So when I ran a phrase in June you didn't catch it til December I'm a member of them kids from the inner city Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making More money than a pagan holiday Not from the PJ's, yet I still got something to say Say what man? You gritty like a diamond grenade For the cameo spot you tries to fool Parade You acrobats flip the stargazin map, for all of that You'll be the first to place, and ran it all to a waste And all the style that you bring (gotta make decks bend) You gotta rip it from the start (when the beats come in!!!)