Lyrical Breakdown of Star Struck - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Star Struck" 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 "Star Struck" 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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[Kool Keith]
Red carpet, take your pictures motherfucker
(Take yo' picture motherfucker) That's right
Motherfuckin chaffeur (motherfucker)
Drivin a motherfuckin Rolls Royce (Rolls Royce)
Star struck (star struck) take your pictures motherfucker
Star struck (starrrrr) take your pictures motherfucker (starrrrr)
Star struck
The all-star game, I laugh like the mayor
A lot of jackasses went out there
You couldn't name a fuckin basketball player
Sideline Max lookin for asscracks
Stay in your Super 8 room bastards
Y'all watch the cameras zoom, my funk contest sizzle
Your ass didn't even go to the dunk contest
Freaks had they mindset over 6 foot 1 niggaz
Ended up with 6 foot 1 dumb niggaz
I hear they shot up Sunset and got one
It was on the news, what's gonna run niggaz
Star struck and mad, you didn't get no Bryan Shore pictures
Left your kids with the fuckin babysitters
Mad depressed, fuck, that's right
Look at your babyspitter, complainin like you're baby shitters
Star struck (starrrrr) take your pictures motherfucker (star)
Star struck, take your pictures motherfucker (starrrrr)
Star struck
Six thousand motherfuckers lined up in front of Roscoe's
For what I don't know (where's the afterparty?)
Bitch suck my dick, you still sniffin blow
Youse a Vanessa Williams look-a-like, youse a sniffin ho
Two o'clock, motherfucker go home
You'd rather stay up and ride in somebody's truck
Lookin for spoke rims and gold chrome
I'm the type of guy to make you change, your God damn tan and tone
Your blonde weave on your baldhead
You fuckin with Steve!
Arrogant monkey, you was a asshole stopped up with cheese
Hollywood star chalker, think you in the limelight
Plastic-ass motherfucker, cut it out PLEASE
All that bullshit chains on your jeans, around your knees
Star struck (starrrrr) take your pictures motherfucker (struck)
Star struck (star struck) take your pictures motherfucker (starrrrr)
Star struck (star struck, star STRUCK, starrrrrr struck)
(Star struck, fuck, star struck, star struck... you so fuckin star struck)
Starrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr STAR STRUCK!