Lyrical Breakdown of New York City - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "New York City" 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 "New York City" 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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New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it There's a million albums out there With that opera and Shakespeare shit I stuff my ears with cotton when you rap I don't hear shit, you niggas are excess waste A hundred percent of the mainstream crowd, receive pure shit The hottest DJ's in New York spin it from the wheelchairs With cancer, my voodoo ready to roll Ask Harlem Hospital, you can't cure shit HMV at the cash register, girls tryin' to make me buy CD's Soft jazz and homo R and B, I ain't payin for that Allure shit Walkin' by Bloomingdales before you see me put the pep in it I guarantee you get bad karma, fly leather coat with the Coach bag You step in shit, choose the Daily News The newspaper's gonna take off a little off your soles You got a lot around your feet, motherfuckers, not a little bit Wipe that shit off your soles New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it I'm straight up on the butt ass transit I don't give a fuck, I smell the piss in the subway My Boss cologne suits me well on the New York City mass transit Women lookin' scared, borin' ass statues Bitch, you need to get out the boroughs And move to Kansas or Pittsburgh or somethin' Sittin' up with braids in your hair like a fuckin' Halloween pumpkin Smile motherfucker, put on some lipstick or do somethin' Eat your breakfast muffin' My appearance shock your brand new motherfuckin' leather I ain't say nothin' 'cause in your panties secretly I know you readin' the magazine comin', the freak on the train is bustin' I was sittin' here first, you wasn't I know you goin' home to masturbate Your girlfriend is messed up, datin' her own fuckin' cousin New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it Y'all just reachin' your damn horizons, so what? You got your cellular phone, motherfucker you prepaid Girls and guys I'm not frontin' Y'all bullshittin' talkin' to nobody lookin' good at the dinner table Runnin' your fuckin' bill up on Verizon You ain't shoppin' with a lot of Victoria's Secret bags Monkeys treat you to Unos, retarded ass herb niggas are thin Girls are more insecure, I'm realizin' The datin' and courtin' shit got everybody hyped up and sportin' shit The Bell system fraud, dial on the spot or stand trial on the spot Ladies don't invite me over Just cover the mattress with the piss and the cum spot Don't blast the same lame ass singin' MC a lot Now move the ticket off your window Manhattan traffic cop You shoulda dipped, your shit in the parkin' lot New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it