Lyrical Breakdown of 8 = Not a Dime - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "8 = Not a Dime" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kool Keith weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "8 = Not a Dime" 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 Kool Keith 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 Kool Keith's narrative.
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Yeah, you know you go to a club and you see
Some corny guy standing there with a clipboard
You know you in a fake area
A phony area
A real fake plastic place
Where people are looking for different people
They're looking for stars, they're trying to be a star
They didn't make it yet in Hollywood
They trying to get they life together
They going through a lot of strange things
In a sauna, with girls from Nevada
I'll bury you, he's wearing Don Dada
You wear the Prada, girls fronting, don't bother
'Cause kids giggle, your head shaped like a pickle
Designer glasses, your belly pierced with flat asses
Video freak giving it all to the masses
Looking around dumb
We all in here, you the wrongdoer, the party-screwer
Celebrity searcher, you go 'head and sip on Kahlúa
Autograph signer, fake ID, you's a minor
In a fake eclectic club with a guy with a clipboard, hold yours
Yo, them big shades look ugly on you, I see the flaws
Think you know how to dance, women with Kangols
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
All y'all up in here Friday with the same pants
You're wearing boutiques
Look at ya, I see you here every week
Y'all wearing the same pants, doing the same dance
Y'all wearing the same pants, doing the same dance
Y'all wearing the same pants, doing the same dance
Mmm, I know I'm gon' catch me some brothers up in here tonight
I just left the New Millennium on Crenshaw
Yeah, you know the two-time Hoodie Award winner
Tora, she will make you unbelievable
Her business cards is platinum
I went to go see Miss Ho-Kim, she said
"You need nail fill, you need pedicure, special price for you"
Now why you tryna act like a dime piece when you know you a two?
Baby, I'd rather see you looking up, girl, from under my shoe
Like a baboon, funny looking, did you escape from the zoo?
I see you in the front of the club wearing your fake gator suit
Chicken head, acting silly, sadiddy attitude too
I can't believe you still think you pretty, resemble a boot
I don't care if Robert Horry bought your skirt and your suit
You can't get a Happy Meal from me with your breath smelling like poop
I rebuke your ugly face, erase your memory from mine
Fake designer clothes, fake nails, and your fake eyes
'Cause girl, you so fake
You a Hollywood plastic girl
Girl, you so fake
You a Hollywood plastic girl
You's a phony, stop looking at me
You's a phony, stop looking at me
You's a phony, stop looking at me
Stop looking at me, your fake hair and nails