Lyrical Breakdown of Supremacy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Supremacy" 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 "Supremacy" 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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Hey Bob, did you watch the American Music Awards? We had a lot of money invested in that thing I was with my wife, we were in Miami What did you do? Oh, you were up in, uh, Glens Falls? What are you doing, skiing up there? Oh, okay Well hit me on my Blackberry I gotta tell you something about those stupid niggers We're promoting them We're giving them the best laser and light shows I mean, we're getting a chunk of every album they're putting out They're only getting the peanuts and the beans But they think they're large in their minds We give them skirts, we give them costumes We give them stars on their doors in their own room But I'm gonna tell you who we are I run the music business, they call me white man Blacks don't own jack, remix, throwback I own the masters, I'm big disaster I sign you faster I give you cars, niggers, I give you houses I got that real cash I let you floss pass, I let you spend on ass Take them planes, boy, I let you first class They call me white man, I got that better plan Bob, Lenny, Frank, Pete Celebrating another success Can I have some champagne too? Get out there and do your thing Remember, we sit in the back (We do sit in the back) We look at girls tease, they call us industry You hold your plaques, we buy you Maybachs We buy poolside, we relax Girls walk, girls talk Men walk, men talk It's all gossip to us Gossip, it's all gossip Gossip, it's all gossip Gossip, it feels good It feels good Hey Jim, let's dance I'm gonna celebrate another success Success, success, success, success, success, success, success, success Hey Frank, I'm gonna take another vacation Yeah, don't text me anymore Hit me on my, my other phone Bob, Lenny, Frank, Pete Bob, Lenny, Frank, Pete