Lyrical Breakdown of I.C Y'All - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I.C Y'All" 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 "I.C Y'All" 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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Yeah Flipmode, y'all, what you talkin' 'bout? (Left) De La, y'all, what you talkin' 'bout? (Left, right, left) Whatchu talkin' 'bout? Yo, you gettin' stomped by the marching band Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot) It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh) Ace ban rap, the place, the wasteland (uh-huh) Bit, y'all in my mouth, but you taste bland I feel fake niggas and mince these snake niggas That hiss but won't bite, false alarm And if it don't rock wild, we finna to drop a bomb (word up) Strong grip on a mic like we stretch arm I been shine, you been warned and been torn Get smacked for the BS you been on Storm, bad whether or not you stay scorned For ten years I've baked shit like hot potato (ooh) Rhymes still drippin' like stew peas's, you groupies Need to show I.D. before the bust down Touched down the God put seven to your Zippo And drop it on you heavy like a hippo (now you heard that?) To all my dawgs all the way in the back, ready to black I see y'all (see y'all), I see y'all Ladies get down, shake yo' ass around, I hope you know that I see y'all (see y'all), I see y'all (see y'all) To all my soldiers on the corner I see y'all (see y'all) Women doin' what they want to I see y'all To them people gettin' pulled over I see y'all (see y'all) I see y'all (see y'all), wouldn't want to be y'all (be y'all) It's the one and only effect, that you catch from a cassette Straight wig out the world and girls we straight dig out ya back (ha) With letters spellin' out my name All over your marquee 'cause the spark is me Currently we can be seen across your screen Starin' wide-eyed 'cause you niggas tryin' to scheme Welcome to the spot, I'm slang with it Chopped up and fit it inside your quart of rice You speak ghetto falsetto on the mic device Tryin' to give me third degree, you just a third of me (ooh) Couldn't be the shit if you were a turd of me A man tight with my funds, crush like Ricky D Who quoted Vance Wright, no one can serve us My squad advance heights quite superb Just kick off your shoes, jump on the jock It's been a long time comin', this you need to cop To all my dawgs all the way in the back, ready to black I see y'all (see y'all), I see y'all Ladies get down, shake yo' ass around, I hope you know that I see y'all (see y'all), I see y'all (see y'all) To all my soldiers on the corner I see y'all (see y'all) Women doin' what they want to I see y'all To them people gettin' pulled over I see y'all (see y'all) I see y'all (see y'all), wouldn't want to be y'all (be y'all) It goes one (one), two (two), three (three), four (four) Bounce so much I ricochet up off the floor (floor) So raw shit the most raw you ever saw Quarter after four, niggas quick to bust the back door Baby (huh), open your blouse while I joust another nigga's spouse Quick Jamaican dick style all in they house I practice to be the all access, you see the fact is My mouth dirty, so follow while I display the slackness Yo, you see my slang talk straight from the slums When I was young, moms put soap on my tongue and yo, yo Forever we gettin' this cheddar with the quickness I'ma cast the spell on these bitches, you can be my eyewitness Short fuse, nowadays Langston Hughes We gettin' money with whoever, even the Jews The way we finagle and gain it must be all in my shoes Fuck a nigga up with De La like back in the mus' To all my dawgs all the way in the back, ready to black I see y'all (see y'all), I see y'all Ladies get down, shake yo' ass around, I hope you know that I see y'all (see y'all), I see y'all (see y'all) To all my soldiers on the corner I see y'all (see y'all) Women doin' what they want to I see y'all To them people gettin' pulled over I see y'all (see y'all) I see y'all (see y'all), wouldn't want to be y'all (be y'all)