Lyrical Breakdown of A Freestyle Song (Feat. Common - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "A Freestyle Song (Feat. Common" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how KRS-One weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "A Freestyle Song (Feat. Common" 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 KRS-One 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 KRS-One's narrative.
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Turn up your radios right now, classic
Hip-Hop culture in full and total effect
MCing, DJing, breaking, graf
Management philosophy, you not stopping me
KRS-One, coming down from heaven
From Hot 97, Lisa Evans
You know what time it is, it's time to sever
KRS-One will never, fail
Time to exhibit
Yo whattup kid? We get with it
We come down, you can't forget it
(Uh)
My man - Common Sense, yo you intense
You gonna come down in just a little bit
But KRS-One will have to get with
The lyrical skills that we flip
Bronx in the house, oh
(Uh)
I'm giving what I got to give
It's my prerogative to kick the positive
I'm giving what I got to give
Now listen up, As I, proceed, to cut
My voice like this it goes
Scott, Scott, Scott LaRock
Scott, Scott, Scott, Scott LaRock
Scott, Scott LaRock
And Trouble T-Roy, Biggie, Mastadon, Cowboy
(Uh)
Scott Scott, Scott LaRock
Scott-Scott, Scott, Scott LaRock
It goes Scott LaRock, and Trouble T-Roy
Biggie, Mastadon, Cowboy
Whiz Kid, Punk and Buffy, Eazy-E
Sugar Shaft, Prince Messiah, Mercury
Pinkhouse, Tupac, Tu-Tu, Tupac
Tu, Tu-Tupac, Tu-Tu, Tupac
Scott LaRock and Trouble T-Roy
Biggie, Bi-Bi-Biggie, Biggie, Biggie
Mastadon, Cowboy
Whiz Kid, Punk and Buffy, Eazy-E
Sugar Shaft, Prince Messiah, Donald D
KRS-One in the house, you know how we be
Coming through straight from the mighty BDP
Yo Common Sense
(What)
You wanna get on?
(Yeah)
And represent kickin' a freestyle song
A freestyle song
The microphone I palm, like it was a Sunday
But today is a Monday, Sunday my day of rest
Yo "I'm Still Number 1" but I gotta say peace to KRS
(Ha)
I can say I'm fresh when I come in
Style start to running, a hundred styles and running
Rappers I start to gunning
This is what I do when me and KRS get together
I ask Lisa, I will be here for ever
(Ever, ah)
Putting stuff together
This is how I weather with the brainstorm
Let my name form a lot of things, yo the man of the hour
Peace to, Power 106, they put me in the mix
Like Hammer but I jam a, little bit
(Hah, what)
Yo, this is what I'm doing when I'm feeling
Like I'm Latrell Sprewell when I start to stealing on cultures
Pulling posters, they just roaches, thinking they the joint
I'm on point like Rod Strickland, I be the big man
Coming to New York with a new talk from Chicago
Follow, I roll like a model, hold the bottle
Com Sense I never swallow my spit, I just spit on rappers
On they grave, they better save that bull
This is my zone, whack MC's they better call Tyrone
I got me and KRS, you know the time
I show the rhyme, check it out
We show divine, how it goes down
Straight to your mental it's the style of the temple
Worldwide representing the microphone and the pencil
Like Brooklyn, Brooklyn be always funky fresh
Dope hooks and dope rhymes, that's always KRS
Their words can't hit me, their dogs can't sic me
Their knives can't stick me