Lyrical Breakdown of Always Talkin' Out Your Ass - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Always Talkin' Out Your Ass" 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 "Always Talkin' Out Your Ass" 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, I've been around the motherfuckin' world The fuck you know? Yo everybody wanna talk shit When you make a new album It's not good as the last one How many have sold? See all them cheap-ass niggaz that review your record Them suckers with fancy iPods, like a bitch they download And go on the internet like a booking agent asking you for a free show They destroyed the goodness like somebody pissin' in the snow A bunch of underground groups, fuckin' up the game Goin' out with they ass out and a cheap-ass band For five hundred a night, that's the reason why hip-hop is dead Your venue is booked up, with circus clown acts That perform cheaply, in your local paper I see the same lame niggaz in the Village Voice and the L.A. Weekly Doin' them same bullshit gigs repeatedly These cats performin' for cold cuts and juice backstage Need to stop immediately People that can't find your record, stop lyin' and go to Virgin Otherwise you should cut yourself in the face like a surgeon Always searchin' on the web, like you spend money When the merchandise show up you got thin money Always talkin' out your ass (Shut the fuck up) I remember when chicks used to fuck a superstar Now they want you to meet they boyfriend And go home with them and meet they brother in the car And play some rapper who's tryin' to be Kool Keith, that shit is bizarre They gettin' sick on the floor on drugs like Anna Nicole Smith Vomitin' every night; they takin' it too far After I get off stage they wanna hop to another bar C'mon man, I got one night in your town You're gonna play a bullshit guy on your CD that sound like I sound Promoters wanna talk shit and pull me down Pick me up from the airport in a bullshit truck and drop me off Bitch you ain't gotta take me around I find the mall, any way to rejuvenate Is Keith gonna show up? Oh you can hate Hippie Euro savin' bastard, I was there live Right in London for two weeks with my fuckin' outfit All these rumors how the fuck they get in your head? Where you hear this shit? I'm in Paris tonight I did, I quick and split Always talkin' out your ass (Shut the fuck up) Always talkin' out your ass (Shut the fuck up) All them acts, y'all call them niggaz Ain't no real showmen like bullshit rock bands With black t-shirts, what's creative about this? You tell me first These people supportin' 'em wear tight-ass pants Skulls on they belt buckles be the worst I've been in three hundred million ten magazines What the fuck you gon' wait for me to die like James Brown To put me on the cover of Spin magazine? Pages out here that's full of untalented motherfuckers I've never seen Young editors with a dick in they mouth on the scene I'm your fuckin' kid's dream, jewelry and a lot of pussy Already I feel like I play on a basketball team Whatever you don't like you can hate I know you a guy that just got the job cause you fuckin' fake I take your chick out for dinner for a milkshake You name a rapper you like, I'm not funny at all duke I'll take a piss in his face Always talkin' out your ass (Shut the fuck up) Always talkin' out your ass (Shut the fuck up) Always talkin' out your ass (Shut the fuck up) Always talkin' out your ass (Shut the fuck up)