Lyrical Breakdown of Pump Me Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Grandmaster Flash weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Pump Me Up" 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 Grandmaster Flash 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 Grandmaster Flash's narrative.

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Pump, pump, pump, pump me up For anything you say, there is no cure for this (Rockness) Come on, I said, "Come on", I said, "Come on" Rappers might be willin' but they ain't able 'cause I was their king straight from my cradle I screamed and holla and shook my rattle and dreamt of a defeatin' them that all in battle There was no food in my silver spoon, so I grew up hard and I grew up soon I'm a writhes king but I'm hungry too and I eat up chumps that rap like you Then I meat this shark and his name was George, he was biting my rhymes like y'all bite yours I starting writing my rhymes, the shark grew and grew But I was writing more rhymes than the shark could chew The shark got sick and then he exploded 'cause he didn't realised that my rhymes was loaded He flew in the air and into the sea and the whole universe knew that the king was me Come on, I said, "Come on", I said, "Come on" I'm not at laser beam or diamond mine or a platen watch that some bitches whine I'm not a pocket full of pearls, I'm a oil well Like black gold baby I'm Melle Mel and to all the fly girls I come off hard The slightest wink or nod makes me your guard Though my rhymes are small, so my pockets are large When I'm walkin' the dog, oh baby I'm in charge I tread ladies like jewel and diamond rings on my fingers, on my arms on everything On the streets, on the sheets I can't be defeat, so don't ask "Where's the beef?" Baby here is the meat I'm gonna get me some soap a towel in the cup 'cause the bum MC's are all washed up Put your women on the line with the rest of the crew, so I can make love to her and annihilate you Pump, pump (Me up), me what? (Me up) Pump, pump, pump, pump me up I'm like the genie in your lamp and face on your stamp The hip-hop rocket, the microphone champ Gotta knock out boys like a Rolls Royce Gotta write to number one to be the peoples choice 'Cause you hum "ding" and then you hum "dong", it's just like the friendly game of ping pong When you hit the ball upside the paddle, it's just like cowboy ridin' on a saddle Up above your head is the flash off light 'cause I can rock to the beat on any god given night Like to rock like to roll like to entertain while my car's outside you're waiting for the train The train to the bus, the bus to whatever and I'm the Mc that'll rock in any type of weather I'm the bow legged brother, there never be another, I bought a mansion for my mother Come on, I said, "Come on", I said, "Come on" I got a certain cool, that breaks the rules, that gets me paid and a lot of fuel And the women are calling day and night, just proofs that I'm getting mine like a thief in the night Because the Scorpe is known as the singer, the quiet storm that lover did linger I will not change 'cause it's in my blood, I'm like dynamite and you're a rappin' thug And if it's future is here in the makin' than why I can't be part of the takin'? 'Cause you know I like cars and fancy women that give me good love in the beginnest Bubble bath and casual lights and girls say, "Scorpe you alright?" So stop standing there like you from above and just relax yourselves and get in this tub Pump, pump, pump, pump me up For all you beautiful people out there, if you having a good time, everybody scream I'm not at laser beam or diamond mine or a patented watch that some bitches whine I'm not a pocket full of pearls, I'm a oil well Like black gold baby I'm Melle Mel and to all the fly girls I come off hard The slightest wink or nod makes me your guard Though my rhymes are small, so my pockets are large When I'm walkin' the dog, oh baby I'm in charge I tread ladies like jewel and diamond rings on my fingers, on my arms on everything On the streets, on the sheets I can't be defeat, so don't ask "Where's the beef?" Baby here is the meat I'm gonna get me some soap a towel in the cup 'cause the bum MC's are all washed up Put your women on the line with the rest of the crew, so I can make love to her and annihilate you Pump, pump (Me up), me what? (Me up)