Lyrical Breakdown of Roc-Da-Spot - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Roc-Da-Spot" 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 "Roc-Da-Spot" 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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[Erick Sermon:] Yeahhhh! Uhh, yeah Yeh, feel me! [Chorus 1: EPMD] When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot The E-R-I-C-K is my name I spell I'm the capital P, capital M The capital D-E-E is no doubt the chief rocker [Erick Sermon:] Uhh, you are now tuned in to a hip-hop movie Starrin two MC's, featurin E P-M-D, b-boys in the house New York rappers, they play me in the South So I don't have to do them, I'm a do me Rock on to the break of dawn Like PM Dawn, I get reckless, when I'm on beats I show my true {Colors} when I'm in the streets [Parrish Smith:] Yeah we step through militant, rain snow or sleet Approach with caution when you see me on the street (Who is that? HIT SQUAD) is comin with the heat The black sniper rifle lift you off your feet Your head neck and arm be on the concrete I'm on some Murdoch, I'm comin for you, so don't sleep Or wake up with'cha wig split open like watermelon There's no tellin, when you runnin with them known felons [Chorus 2: Parrish Smith] When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot {"Who rock the spot? "} P {"Who rock the spot? "} P I'm the capital P, capital M The capital D-E-E is no doubt the chief rocker [Chorus 1] [Parrish Smith:] EPMD has been gone for a minute, time to jump back in it And dot the I's and check the period at the end of the sentence Discipline, meditation, repentance, gave us clearance In the re-entrance like a futuristic extension Need I mention our catalogue and what I'm benchin When our name comes up yo there's always tension Don't get hit with the lyrical lynchin Get at you at the park like in "Baby Boy" don't let me catch you flinchin E [Erick Sermon:] Sometimes you can see me in the cipher I'm a star now, like a Mekhi Phifer Live from the N.Y. state, it's the great, Dub That nigga from '88, whassup? Peace to Roger, Zapp in the background I got the mac no need to back down Wake up niggaz, EP is back 'round You my son, I'm a call you Shaq now [Chorus 2] [Chorus 1] [Erick Sermon:] Yeah~! Newsflash, just in for rap What? East and West is back on the map What? Bassline, hard kicks with the clap You can walk it out but do it the other way Gangsta NIAHHH, somethin Dub C would say Fuck what they say, this what we play Out the gate, we come with the 8-ball From the great, game over, rack 'em P [Parrish Smith:] Yo this goes out to the triple OD O.G.'s Since "Strictly Biz" I've been a chief rocker with E (Yo who's he?) A real b-boy MC You want the recipe? You gotta see me P, you heard the name now we in the flesh to see Return like O from "The Wire, " hitman for hire Blow the dice and roll 'em, 4-5-6 Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeit, we on fire! [Chorus 2] [Chorus 1]