Lyrical Breakdown of Good Health - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Good Health" 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 "Good Health" 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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It's time
Oh, look (Yeah), three bowls of porridge
A big bowl, a middle sized bowl
And a dear little teeny weeny bowl
Yo, who gave color to hip-hop?
Neon crops risen to top of livers
The rivers of Jones delivers
See, I'm the reason why the love of the game
Gave birth every nine moons to a new nigga
Armed with the bars and steps, devise the steps, career building
We in the gym, bitch, working out this chubby check
The twist is respected
The biz keeps old niggas fit likе Jacqueline
Buffoons in my era cannot jack thе lane
And I'ma bet the movie and the popcorn
They say, "Sky's the limit"
Goddamnit, I'm a rocket
Divide space, clear the area
Pa, give the God three feet, I'm bout to starve these streets
Feed 'em nothin' but that good health
Trap a forkful, I been too thoughtful
I feed you nothing but that good health
Lay some treats for 'em
You lack the minerals and vitamins
This is food for thought
Many in my mental state
Yo, cut that mental cake
Say grace
Everybody, break bread, huddle around
And grab a plate for yourself
Servin' good health
Finding for real rappers, needle in a haystack
Lost to the snoozers who last to lay flat
A marquee will hold your name
But the deed to the building that the marquee's on hold ours the same
All bets are off, these vets off the chain
Cardio's crossfit so we fit it upon the cross to spit godly
And take one bar from out of my 16
The power clean your best heavyweight
We ain't practiced, we the atmosphere
We're able to steer you away from at-risk livin'
We ain't out the box new, but we nutrition to youth
No need to put the city on my back, just the world on my sound
A near shot away whatever famine is found
Pull out the good health like Glocks
Ain't gutter, but lyrically boxcutters
They stay outside the box (Box, box, box)
Oh, this is just right
They say all just speak, so strive to speak healthy
I was told in life to serve truth directly
True wealth come from good health and wise words
You gotta take better care of yourself and speak healthy
All just speak, so, yo, speak healthy
I was told in life to serve truth directly
True wealth comes from good health and wise words
Take better care of yourself and speak healthy