Lyrical Breakdown of Can't Hear Nothing But the - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Can't Hear Nothing But the" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how EPMD weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Can't Hear Nothing But the" 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 EPMD 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 EPMD's narrative.

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It's a fact, I'm mad hard like a jail yard I'm sick, slow, call me a retard Can't hear nothin' but the music, I'm slippin' Dark as hell, hear water drippin' Parrish Smith, mentally sick Serial rap killer, like Dave Berkowitz Yes, the Son of Sam, and I be -screwing around So take a force and get the -rock- and watch me slam, man The exquisite rap wizard from the Boondocks My tune knock Watts, been known to cause brain locks With no riff-raff, smooth like Shaft Breakin' bones in the rap zone, chill or get smoked mad fast Can't stop us from buggin' because we're trippin' Can't hear nothin' but the music, I'm slippin' Can't hear nothin' but the music, I'm slippin' Slippin' Can't hear nothin' but the music, I'm slippin' Can't hear nothin' but the music, I'm slippin' Can't hear nothin' but the music, I'm slippin' Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9, mayday Call for backup, it's Erick Sermon's payday No illusion, just mass confusion The rap seduction from the funk production I, the Afro-American black citizen To make you scream louder and -slam- like Sam Kiniston No one can stop me Da-na-na-na-na-na, like Rocky The combination, the jab, the uppercut Mad footwork from the rappin' expert Bust a move, I'm worth about a million cash bucks Say what -nigga-, shut the -fuck- up I'm four inches word up and watch 'em go nuts Play 'em like Duncan, then pass out Jonas Then I freak the funky style and I use it And bein' hear nothin' but the music Can't hear nothin' but the music, I'm slippin' Slippin' Can't hear nothin' but the music, I'm slippin' Can't hear nothin' but the music, I'm slippin' Can't hear nothin' but the music, I'm slippin' What's this? Another funky hit from the squad kid I get mad props, like Sonny Crockett You know it's the smooth rap flow that clocks the P though Can't stop now (Why?), 'cause I'm diesel EPMD back in effect on your rap set Fourth cassette more deadly than a bomb threat Can't stop us from buggin' because we're trippin' Can't hear nothin' but the music, I'm slippin' Slay take two, action, the main attraction (Who's that?) I'm Bad like Michael Jackson Got more tricks than any kung fu flick Understand, I'm rough and tough as Jackie Chan My technique, the drunken mic bastard, right I'm teachin' (P-F-Y-C-H-E), psych, I'm slammin' The dopest -niggas- from the underground Out the basement, now world-renowned Rockin' systems, catchin' jockin' victims If we catch flack from a punk we bet we diss him Then I freak the funky style and I use it Kid, and hear nothin' but the music Can't hear nothin' but the music, I'm slippin' Slippin' Can't hear nothin' but the music, I'm slippin' Can't hear nothin' but the music, I'm slippin' Can't hear nothin' but the music, I'm slippin' Mad deeper, mental, swell Now what, suckers?