Lyrical Breakdown of 409 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "409" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how Ice-T weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "409" 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 Ice-T employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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It's time to start the party if y'all don't mind

Me and E clean our Adidas with 409

He rocks the highs, I dog the bass

You wanna hear us rock? Here's a taste!

Every day I make a sandwich with ham and cheese

Use miracle whip, I don't like mayonnaise

I eat a can of beans, good for my heart

About 1 PM, I always

Far from me to bite another's rhyme

They're just too easy to write

I do 'em two at a time

Like doggin' the wax and ya don't quit

And if you didn't like that then suck my

Dictations how I write my raps

Just maxin' with two freaks upon my lap

Chillin' on the phone, bookin' more def shows

And if the freaks get illy, I smack the

Whole days of my life are spent inside my bed

Just maxin' and relaxin' like I'm at Club Med

Ya say you like this record, you think it's fun?

Party people get stupid, we just begun

Gettin' real stupid

You're get, get, gettin' real stupid

Gettin' real stupid

Break!

You're get, get, gettin' real stupid

As the beat hits your body (get ill)

You ain't dumb, you paid your dollars to party (go off)

The girl you're dancin' with has got great hips (bug out)

Go on, homeboy, and grab her

Tape recorder, turn up the bass

No time to waste, just dog the place

Rocket like a missile in space

Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case

We fly TWA., Pan Am, PSA

To places close to home, far away

L.A., New York, Detroit, Miami

If I see a girl and like her then I let her see my

Ha ha ha!

Jam rockin's how I got my fame

Ice capital T, Evil E's his name

If you can't see who's rockin', you must be blind

You better clean your gazelles with some 409

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Go, Ice, get busy

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Go, Evil, get busy

Turn up your stereo, equalize treble

Bass be kickin' stupid hard as metal

On the mic tonight, you're right, your rhyme opponent

MC Ice-T just microphonin'

33 and a third revolutions per minute

This record is def 'cause my heart is in it

Vocals laid by the Ice, tempos tight and precise

Special effects will be created by an editor's splice

The funk is in it, ya dig it, so stop that frontin'

Bust a move to my groove, work your body, do somethin'

No way in the world that you can deny my method

As my record rotates, my words get more impressive

I'm an MC, Evil's my DJ

On Sire Records, not MCA

CBS, Capitol, 'cause they move too slow

Now Sire-Warner Brothers clocks all the dough

As the record revolves money's gettin' made

Ascap pays me every time it's played

I chill in def leathers, pure silks and suede

And the gold around my neck will never fade

Down with my Syndicate, organized rhyme

Kickin' def tempos that I design

And if you can't hear 'em, that's such a crime

You better wash your dirty ears with some 409

Gettin' real stupid

Stupid, stupid, stupid

Gettin' real stupid

I always rhyme elite, stay on beat

I travel in a posse when I walk the street

I loved to say my rhymes when I used to max

Now I don't speak much, I save my words for wax

I just wanna make a little point in this song

With a little nonsense we can all get along

And on and on till the break'a break of dawn

This jam will never play out because the groove's too strong

Guys grab a girl, girls grab a guy

If a guy wants a guy (please take it outside)

I wanna make ya enjoy yourself

On the mic tonight (Ice-T) Who else?

Evil's on the cut, Henry Gee's shotgun

Islam's my producer, Bambaataa's son

Bronx Style Bob's cold watchin' my back

Melle Mel's just layin' for some punks to act wack

Grandmaster Caz and Donald D

Scott La Rock, Red Alert, Chuck Chill Out

If you're down with my crew, you will be fine

But if you ill we'll get dirty, bring your 409!

Gettin' real stupid

Break!

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