Lyrical Breakdown of He Comes - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "He Comes" 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 "He Comes" 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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[Incomprehensible] A few short words, and whaddya know? Oh, whaddya know? He comes Down, like water, fresh out the clouds clown Drown you like terrible weather Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin' To all, rise and shine, give God the glory I already give a percent of mine to Bert and Cory And still got bills and employees to pay So excuse me Lord, we'll settle up towards the end of my days My ways of control is hard to swallow Known to lead, but some would rather see me follow behind Sorry to disappoint, but dis joint's mine Display your indie but say no More or I'll blind you like spit did to Remo To the dirt and edit the clip and lost Kano My mens wear problems like Timbs See it all in they face, ask Mase, he got wars to win Scores to settle, crews to crush You rush right in to see him do it with a smile It's Long Isle y'all, longevity sustainin' my celebrity status From AM to PM, you see him on file y'all I was told to step righteous, so when it's done Everyone will say I stepped right And whether through religion, or stopped by the cop Shinin' his flash in my face, I'm bound to see the light [Incomprehensible] A few short words, and whaddya know? Oh, whaddya know? He comes Aiyyo, I'm up against these walls, here's my back stiff straight up Dazzle and razzlin' broads like I'm little Juan Magic Magnetically handle mics, they don't drop Top drama every time these commas don't drop Pop spots like lint on your shirt, the net worth To shoot the rock homey in many courts of ball Four couldn't do it, so we bring all six I circumcise the track, you just a dick Overlapped and hooded Skin repeated like Stutterin' John I repeat like yesterday, it don't stop George of this poor life pop, put to Scarlet In a place she believes, much better than your lies She say she lookin' better in my eyes, bullshit Same crock she done ran to duck, crammin' to fuck I put the pudding on her like Bill Cosby I tried to speak my piece in court but Judge Mills paused me Bifocusedly die hopeless sometimes Yo cry your poker face, you oughta try it one time When God is an non pos', you stand to download Demanded like slaves on trial, we want free Man cock aim ready, it's time you MC So you rappers bust bee-bee guns, graffiti runs Through my veins since cable with the wired remote Woodgrainin' like you wired his float C'mon, Pretty Toney and De La Soul We was rhymin through the frozen street since 8 years old Take us back to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our flow A group of kids so original, you heard? C'mon, Pretty Toney and De La Soul We was rhymin through the frozen street since 8 years old Take us back to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our flow A group of kids so original Tony 'Tana with big hammers for bad manners who got 'em We kiss cannons for Scrangelous crew, and his whack dancers Bitin' is forbidden pah, pay that tax And don't you ever look at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by a group of men With dyna-mics, real hip-hop'll do you in For you like Loo Goo Kim, or Moo Loo Inn Hula hoop all bitches crew full with brand new Keds Cutmaster kill 'em, make sure we cut classics Buck bastards in broad day and tuck caskets Next to Uday and Qusay, how can the group shoot the PA And just lay whooptay, whooptay? Use the ruse, sport beads and snatch a dude's toupee Since tunin' into T-La Rock'n AJ Ghostface gats is freshed squeezed like a glass of OJ Girls you can go cruising' in my OJ [Incomprehensible] A few short words, and whaddya know? Oh, whaddya know? He comes