Lyrical Breakdown of Nappy Heads (Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Nappy Heads (Remix)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Fugees weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Nappy Heads (Remix)" 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 Fugees 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 Fugees's narrative.

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Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday? And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin' Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay Round up di posse, Fugee comin' around the way Yo, hey nappy head Yo, wassup? What you got there? Ha, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba Word? A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all You wanna battle? Swing I bring commandin' men like I was king In all your dreams I write the horror flick of Stephen King Cling to false also those papers say, "Ock" I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun 'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins I was ordered to Code Red, but now I'm chillin' with A Few Good Men Assassination on the kid from the capitol I never play the soap opera but now I'm in General Hospital Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical So if I die, catch me at the funeral I'll fly away, oh glory With a mic in my hand to a land where only God knows me And the angels write raps on holy paper I said, "I'm lookin for Jesus" He said, "Take the escalator, one flight up, it's guaranteed you'll be there" My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there So Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday? And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin' Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay Round up di posse, Fugee comin' around the way I don't puff blunts so I always got my breath Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest They call me cock-weasel but I, still cave a chest I don't wear Jheri curls' 'cause I'm not from the West No disrespect to the West, true indeed I rock it to the East, the East is the seed To see that them days back, yo' sheepskins and Hot Tracks Peace to Mr. Magic, things are gettin' tragic Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the Ku Klux My own clan is actin' up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt What you gonna do? Kids are actin' ooh Hill is gettin' badder, yo where's the corporate ladder? Mr. Three Piece Suit Check the square roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots Nah, that's the serpents, and know them garment tips I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots I feel a Jones comin' down, yo, I I got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang No, I, got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads reign! Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday? And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin' Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay Round up di posse, Fugee comin' around the way Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home Hey, yo, a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle If a snake doesn't rattle 'Cause my style's as old as a reptile As slick as the Nu Nile, as new as a new child So come follow me to the land of Abraham This land's your land, this land's my land The blacker the black man, the better the next man (Yo, some nappy heads need to check they necks for red) I, feel injection Put the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me "Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?" Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song Word is bond, you get wrong I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong And I say to myself, what a wonderful world But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout pickin' cotton in the farm Mr. Slave Man The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops You slept on a kid from the boondocks Out of Hootaville, land of the ill kill Vailsburgh Viking, so you know I'm top rankin' Phil Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor 'Cause I've been rockin' ever since '82 When I used to rock my Pumas Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all Yeah, a cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all Yeah, a cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all (come on, everybody) Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday? And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin' Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay Round up di posse, Fugee comin' around the way Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday? And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin' Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay Round up di posse, Fugee comin' around the way Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home I wear my sunglasses at night To spy on my girlfriend that's right They dancin', romancin', freakin' at night Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes y'all I wear my sunglasses at night To spy on my girlfriend that's right They dancin', romancin', freakin' at night, at night, at night (Cheeba cheeba y'all) Say, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday? (Cheeba cheeba y'all) And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin' Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay (cheeba cheeba y'all) Round up di posse, Fugee comin' around the way (cheeba cheeba y'all) Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay (cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all) Nappy heads in the zone (cheeba cheeba y'all) And we're not goin' home (well I'm a Libra y'all) Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all Yeah, a cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all Cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all Yeah, a cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all A to the beat y'all, a to the beat y'all A come on, everybody A to the beat y'all, a to the beat y'all A come on, everybody A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all Yeah, a cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all (come on, everybody) A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all Yeah, a cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all (come on, everybody)