Lyrical Breakdown of DWYCK - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "DWYCK" 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 "DWYCK" 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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Greg N-I, N,N,N-I, N,N,N-I-C-E Aww yeah, it's another Gang Starr sure shot Uh, featuring the one and only Handle it, handle it Roy, Nice & Smooth Hey, hey, hey, hey Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot Nice & Smooth has gots to be the sure shot Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot Nice & Smooth has gots to be the sure shot Greg Nice, Greg N-I-C-E Dame un beso, ah oui oui Rock for a fee, not for free Maybe I'll do it for charity Now my employer or my employee Is makin' Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D Don't ever, ever think of jerkin' me I work too hard for my royalty Put lead in ya ass and drink a cup of tea Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri Ooh la la, ah oui oui I say Muhammad Ali, ya say Cassius Clay I say butter, you say Parkay It's alright if ya wanna make a sway on my way uptown Took the deuce to the tre, I originate They duplicate, I praise the Lord and keep the faith It's alright keep bitin' at da bait '92, uh, one year later Peace out, Premier take me out wit' da fader Ok, gang O-O-Ok gang O-O-O-Ok gang He, here he is I chant, "Eenie, meenie, miny, moe" I wreck the mic like a pimp, pimps hoes Here's how it goes, I am a genius, I mean this I shake this, you'll take this, I'm kinda fiendish You wish that you could come into my neighborhood Meaning my mental state, still I'm 5 foot 8 Crazy as I wanna be, 'cause I make it orderly You could say I'm sorta da boss, so get lost The brotha who will make you change opinions Dominions I'm in them when it's time to kick shit from The heart, plus I get a piece of the action Feelin' satisfaction from the street crowd reaction Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid, too late When they dip in the kick they get sprayed Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is I get more props and stunts than Bruce Willis A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose when I cruise Out on the expressway Leavin' the Bodega I say "Suave" Premier's got more beats than barns got hay Clips are inserted into my gun So I can take the money, never have to run S-S-S-Smooth B S-S-S-Smooth B S-S-S-Smooth B Smooth B I left my Phillie at home, do you have another? I wanna get blunted my brother Now may I make a mark? then make a spark Over this phat track, or should I say dope beat? Subtract, delete All of the wick-wack, that wanna be abstract But they lack the new knack that's comin' from way way back Ayo Premier, please pass that buddha sack You hear we quit?, no way, bullshit I told ya before we come back wit' more hits I provide bright flavor, so you can sketch me Do me a favor, don't try to catch me Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame Ask him, he'll tell you the same he knows my name Smooth, I drop jewels like, paraphernalia I'm infallible, not into failure Like a rhinoceros, my speed is prosperous And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus I write in the night, to bring truth to the light My dialogue is my own 'cause Smooth B will never bite After the tour quits, I come back with more hits After the tour quits, I come back with more hits After the tour quits, I come, come, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, with more hits