Lyrical Breakdown of The Ownerz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Ownerz" 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 "The Ownerz" 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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(DJ Premier) "One-two." "One-two, shots to the chin. knock you out" "One-two." "Devestating!" "On da mic" "One-two." "The maker, owner!" "Come on, now come on" (Verse One: Guru) Got you quiddear and ski-dared, fearin what we might do And you can give me all mine in cash, that will suffice dude In the streets deep, we roll through the city Looks like it's time to eat, so yo who's with me? Strictly, we keep it in the best perspective Cause nowadays it's more than simply live and let live A sedative, that's what these headcases need Them rats'll get trapped soon as they taste the cheese Black M. Casey fan, just pay us and scram Watch us drop a new supply to up the daily demand Phony critics wanna retract shit, once I spit again And since we didn't finish the job, you gettin hit again (DJ Premier) "One-two." "Devestating!" "On da mic" "One-two, one-two, shots to the chin. knock you out" "One-two." "Devestating!" "On da mic" "One-two, one-two" "The maker, owner!" "Come on, now come on" (Verse Two: Guru) You fuck, you didn't listen when I told you before When it comes to dope tracks, we be holdin the raw Do somethin stupid, and you'll be left holdin your jaw Put you punks on blast for not knowin the law Don't deny yourself, learn to apply yourself Or end up by yourself, I multiply the wealth I got the titles, deeds, licenses and policies Complete ownership, Don Gurizzu they call me Primo said that we should just, lock it all down See the bigger picture, so we can profit all around Now everybody's ridin the dick, once I spit again And since we didn't finish the job, you gettin hit again (DJ Premier) "One-two." "Devestating!" "On da mic" "One-two, one-two, one-two, shots to the chin. knock you out" "One-two." "Devestating!" "On da mic" "One-two, one-two" "The maker, owner!" "Come on, now come on" (Verse Three: Guru) I be the owner of this style, owner of this talk, owner of this art Peep the gully way that I walk Many say that I rock, others hate but they jock Now we racin the clock, po-po casin the spot Call me greedy cause I feel like takin a lot Vindication, cause they be fabricatin a lot From Cali to Canarsie, penthouse to the lobby Roxbury to NC, Century Club to envy Bout to take over the action, you know it's bout to happen Cause our shit be hittin, and yours is plain ol'fashioned I had no choice, but to spit again GangStarr motherfucker, and you just got hit again (DJ Premier) "One-two." "Devestating!" "On da mic" "One-two, one-two, one-two, shots to the chin. knock you out" "One-two." "Devestating!" "On da mic" "One-two, one-two" "The maker, owner!" "Come on, now come on" "Come on, now come on"