Lyrical Breakdown of Bless The Mic - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bless The Mic" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gang Starr weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bless The Mic" 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 Gang Starr 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 Gang Starr's narrative.

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Everything changing nowadays, man Kids got technology and the rap music I mean, I like rap music, I ain't gon' lie I like rap music, man, I like some of it, man But I don't think you gon' see, like, rap reunions 20 years from now I don't think you're gonna see a 50-year-old rapper "How ya like me now?" ("Bless the mic for the gods") When it's concerning these bars, I'm leaving permanent scars On you half-ass rappers, you ain't earnin' it, pa So come to my class, then I can son you real fast Just 'cause you comin' with cash, you still a wannabe ass I get chicks state to state, offer me face from the gate 'Cause the sound of my voice makes their juices marinate As opposed to those with mediocre prose Wet you from head to toe, and watch you soak in your clothes It's the lessons in the song that makes you rock on Some people go to places where they don't belong Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight But I'm here to bless this mic ("Bless the mic for the gods") It's the lessons in the song that makes you rock on Some people go to places where they don't belong Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight But I'm here to bless this mic ("Bless the mic...") Now, why'd they try to pull a plug on a brother? Pull the rug from a brother? Catch a slug from the toolie of a gun-lovin' brother Violence, wylin', whatever, they know The more rappers come, the quicker they go This underground is mine, might even see me in a hoop' Switch to a droptop coupe—why you cock blockin', dukes? Baldhead Slick, I represent my clique I got my little man loadin' the ammo, this shit is sick It's the lessons in the song that makes you rock on Some people go to places where they don't belong Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight But I'm here to bless this mic ("Bless the mic for the gods") It's the lessons in the song that makes you rock on Some people go to places where they don't belong Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight But I'm here to bless this mic ("Bless the mic for the gods") ("Bless the mic for the gods") ("Gang Starr has got to be the sure shot")