Lyrical Breakdown of Ego Trippin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ego Trippin" 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 "Ego Trippin" 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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I'm buggin' E-ghostbusters Mercy Mercy (Ego trip, ego trip) Mercy (Ego trip, ego trip) Mercy! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! (Ego trip, ego trip) Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! (Ego trip, ego trip) Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! (Ego trip, ego trip) Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! (Ego trip, ego trip) Yep, yep, big trucker man's rollin' in town How ya do? How ya do? I got the joints to make ya... (jump!) Because I'm headin' eastbound Tired of the merry go round and around And everybody's talkin' bout your stuff funny But they're still tellin' lies to me... I got the trees in my backyard And it's hard for them to tell a lie to me And who's the foot? I'm the foot. But, who's steppin'? (Ain't no half steppin') You know where I'm steppin' Skirts play with it 'cause I'm slick like that I'm the greatest MC in the world! You gots to gimme gimme mine, 'cause I'm heavy when I weight it Watch the way I say it: "Ego trip" I change my pitch up, smack my bitch up But never did it The flavor's bein' butt, but brothers ain't gettin' it Get it, or else you're a goner When I rolls over, ya gonna have to wanna lamp 'Cause it's the chattanooga champ Takin' a train (Takin' a train) Takin' a train (Takin' a train) Takin' a train (Takin' a train) Takin' a train... (Takin' a train) Now I'm somethin' like a phenomenon I'm somethin' like a phenomenon Well, I'm the hourglass cat Drug it out of jack (For jill) 'Cause I spilled the phenomenon Pack the holes in my lawn The girls in my sauna Word is born: I'm a livin' phenomenon Well, I'm da better brand, 'cause I'm a superman I run the block with my circle, 'cause I'm nubian I got the platinum rust, so don't even fuss 'Cause DJ Paul, he's down with us Now, people, stop takin' my stylin' for a joke I don't sassafrass: I put the foot up the ass Sometimes I'm fast, blow off like a seal When they reminisce over you For real Mase chopped the record down to the bone And, now, Renee King is on my telephone But I got the "Ring Ring, Ha Ha, Hey Hey" 'Cause this type of shit happens everyday I got to make me a connection, so my imports stuff (Word!) Wo, word'em up! Cause I'm so fly... Yes, on and on I'm ins like (never) go buy my yacht I got Gills like Johnny Sail at 7 elf (Well, good for ya) Bigger than bigs, dig it (I dug it) Ways that amazes popes I am the "is equals is", 'cause it's caught up When the tides taught me the ropes No weights for the baits (Man, I'll give you four) For a verb unheard of (Man, gimme one more) Alright, you got it, if you're special With a dapper toe tapper when a lot's goin' on (And ain't a damn thing happenin') The answer to the riddle is me, and here's the question: Who can be fresh? Who can be dope? Who can be nice? Who can be beautiful? Who can be word? Who can be...? Maybe the Jericho turnpike bandit Yes, competition try to troupe my way I sing the song you never heard before I feed the famine in your mind So mind ya manners, baby I run a line on ya Lay ya on the springs, then sway it All this and a condom, 'cause I be a taxpayer Promotin' of a moccasin, I skin like Danny Boone When I swallow, hear the "gulp" So, gimme room, just gimme room Back the hell up (Back the hell up) Know what I'm sayin'? Or, when I run the mike, there won't be no delayin' Pressure 40 does it like a Easy Bake oven Blues got the muffin Ate it Blues got the muffin Ate it! Intoxicate many with my talk, without intoxicatin' myself low So I gots to walk slow, but... (Don't you get too high) Ego trip, ego trip (Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!) Ego trip, ego trip (Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!) Ego trip, ego trip (Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!) (Somebody's cryin'?) Ego trip, ego trip (Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!) (I know somebody's cryin') Ego trip, ego trip (Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!) (Who's cryin'?) Ego trip, ego trip (Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!) (Yo, somebody's cryin', here) Ego trip, ego trip Ego trip, ego trip Ego trip, ego trip Ego trip, ego trip Trippin' down the fuckin' stairs Yeah! Ego trip