Lyrical Breakdown of Discipline - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Discipline" 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 "Discipline" 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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Yo, just because I want to, it don't mean I will
And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill
And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it
And just because I'm horny, it don't mean I'm widdit
Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed
And just because I'm rappin', don't mean I chase ass
Just because I'm whylin', don't mean I can't stop
I got discipline, baby, and I use it a lot
People here's somethin' that you should be considerin'
Things could turn bitter when, you don't use discipline
You might wake up the next day upset and in fear
Buggin' out, yappin' 'bout, "How the fuck did I get here?
Who the hell is this stranger, starin' all in my face?"
Now you wish you hadn't positioned yourself in that place
Think just in case you should took more precaution
A good time can become a nightmare so often
Like this nigga I know, that met these chicks on tour
They rocked him to sleep, robbed his ass for cash galore
Skated off in the night, without a trace or a hint
Scheamin', tantalizin' him, dressed up in lace and shit
Caught that kid out there, all high and dumbfounded
Made him think he was gettin' some pussy
He just knew he was gonna pound it
Situations like this, will make you think twice
That's why instead of preachin' death in my songs, I breathe life
Baby, won't you take the time
Let me know what's on your mind
Just because I'm yours, don't make it right
Baby, won't you take the time
Let me know what's on your mind
Slow down baby, now let's make it right
Tycoon thug, he made me a ten thousand dollar investment
Now he's not to be messed with, make the girls get undressed quick
He's on some big muscled chest shit, posted by the exit
That's my man, he's the owner, yeah, he be on some next shit
Said we'd make a few million by the next millennium
Told me to keep droppin' jewels like a triggerman, puttin' lead in him
Like Flavor said, I tell these hoes to kill the noise
You know your pops told you, watch them New York boys
All night, the ladies be like up in my mug
Tranquilin' and trance dancin' up in my drug
Fly honies, they hold me down like always
The same cat that used to get blunted down in the hallways
I love the cutie pies, never the zootie pies
I got discipline, I want the crew to rise
Situations like this'll make you think twice
Instead on preachin' death in my songs, I breathe life
Baby, won't you take the time
Let me know what's on your mind
Just because I'm yours don't make it right
Baby, won't you take the time
Let me know what's on your mind
Slow down baby, now let's make it right
Ladies, here's somethin' that we should be considerin'
Things could get bitter when, you don't use discipline
Imaginin' yourself livin' lavish and plush
Hangin' with the cat whose spendin' cabbage and buyin' stuff
However don't be clever with your endeavor
And don't let too many men receive your treasure
Most cats be thinkin' with they bozack
I admit in the past I was tryin' to break these hoes backs
Escape, without givin' up a dime
You know them fly ladies had a good fuckin' time
Coppin' me some Timberland with a jacket to match it
Girls nowadays wanna pigeon for chicken scratch
And I ain't givin' up nathan
Long as my game expands, it's my discipline to hate 'em
Situations like this, will make you think twice
That's why instead of preachin' death, I breathe life
And just because I want to, it don't mean I will
And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill
And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it
And just because I'm horny, it don't mean I'm widdit
Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed
And just because I'm rappin', don't mean I chase ass
And just because I'm whylin', don't mean I can't stop
I got discipline, baby, whether you do or not
Baby, won't you take the time
Let me know what's on your mind
Just because I'm yours don't make it right
Baby, won't you take the time
Let me know what's on your mind
Slow down baby, now let's make it right