Lyrical Breakdown of Thru Ya City - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Thru Ya City" 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 "Thru Ya City" 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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Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh We talkin' 'bout Hot times, runnin' through ya city If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity We got Hot times, runnin' through ya city I ain't no thug son, my name is Plug Won I drop a certified gem for him and her Rockin' on your radio like the Crash Crew Ask whoever you want, I'm managin' the funk on the paper Outside of that we pull capers for days Ridin throughout the maze of street while we blaze the beat Watchin' the sweet things wiggle they butt To Plug Three, on the cut, movin' on ya whatever ya got We gon' get, bringin' our point to ya position Rippin' stages with my thought coalition Carryin' on, eradicate all your stress mode Just another episode through these area codes We bankin' on Hot times, runnin' through ya city If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity We got Hot times, runnin' through ya city Hmm It's the hotness, talked about but never seen Like the Loch-Ness, 'til ya cop this drop it inside your vein And like a train, we be runnin' throughout your legs and arms You're high off our talent and charm Check the caliber this be a smash Like some food on stage for Gallagher Wear ya bib 'cause it's messy Niggas schemin' on "my girl as if my name was Jesse Watch your manners, now let me pass it off to Dave Banner Yo, I set travels like Karen LaRue Small talkin' in the big city, it's all about gettin' the coins Everywhere I go I touch a tenderloin They sportin' a dot com Viet marker bomb On your metro, MARTA order iron horse Yo take the cross and meet a nigga at the butcher I'm cuttin' your girl, we on a world tour Supplyin' your bloodstream with nothin' but the pure uncut in ya Hot times, runnin' through ya city If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity We got Hot times, runnin' through ya city Mmh Freak, freak, freak, freak The funk, the funk, the funk, the funk, funk, freak (yeah) Freak, the freak, the freak, the freak, the freak Freak, freak, the funk, freak, freak, the funk We ain't walkin' on a yellow brick road These streets stay' red and bloodym kid Study your code so you can easily pass I stash a little love when I'm on the visitation If you crossin' my line, nigga, do the same I'm guaranteed to run through and prove the game Ain't bigger than the pieces in it You see the pieces in it had me stuck travelin' one side of map Clappin' hands with rap cats who ain't deserve dap Long hauls and livin' out a suitcase, man Chickenheads and gangs of fruitcakes, man Ain't nothin' better than explorin' the outskirts Especially when she ain't got no pantyhose on and it's on Hot times, runnin' through ya city If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity We got Hot times, runnin' through ya city Mmh Hot times, runnin' through ya city If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity We got Hot times, runnin' through ya city Mmh Yo, it's like, the Mercenary gettin' down (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) And we got, Dave Banner gettin' down And we got, Maseo gettin' down (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) And of course, my nigga Eno gettin' down And we got, Jay Dee gettin' down (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) (say word, y'all) And of course, the Slum V gettin' down And we got my man Khrist gettin' down (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) And we got, Com Sense gettin' down And we got, N.D. Gettin' down (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) You know Troy Hightower gettin' down And we got, C. Smith gettin' down (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) And my nigga, Dave West gettin' down And we got Mr. Man gettin' down (come on, come on, what you doin' me?) Yeah, come on