Lyrical Breakdown of Achieving The Levels - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Achieving The Levels" 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 "Achieving The Levels" 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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Okay, I see how you doin' it, that was dope I got this gutter shit lined up, I know you ain't tired What? Ha ha ha Really? I ain't even tryin' or peekin' I just ripped a club down last weekend I'm no trick, but I'm treating rappers like Halloween They all costume, no substance and that's what hollow means They really empty like a lot of fiends They holding a hundred But they don't really know what a one-dollar means They slaves to slave economies Sellouts and traitors posing as hip-hop, we got a lot of these So I be spittin' my philosophies with evidence No doubt, this is the route, so why the hesitance? Is it because I'm spittin' with divine intelligence And excellence and you hearing rhymes that are irrelevant? Knowledge Reigns Supreme, KRS is how I'm spellin' it The top one of the top five, and that's the end of it I judge my pen when I sentence it Then imprison your mind with my penmanship But here's some better shit Get with me, you forgot? Let me jog your memory I'm a poor righteous teacher and a public enemy Fake-ass DJs, they do not play or even mention me I'm scary, revolutionary, fake, I will never be Real, I'll forever be, I'm a whole different entity I spit rhymes by the mouth and by telepathy Health, love, awareness and wealth, that's the recipe I'm 50, and 20-year-olds can't match the energy On stage, I'm in a rage, yeah it's like 10 of me Disrespect the teacher, you know the penalty KRS-One, I'm from a whole different century I'm paid in full so you can check out my melody Murderin' mics, they chargin' me with a felony But I can't be caught because the ancestors dwell in me Movin' with hesitancy when you mentionin' me I'm an original MC, get your T-I-C-K-E-T The mic grabber, beat stabber, street grammar, heat blaster I stay chunky and hungry, so I eat faster Gobble, gobble, gobble, most rappers are hollow So KRS-One becomes that hard act to follow Hard beats, hard rhymes, hard cuttin' "Wha-dot-dot-dot-dang!" gets the whole place jumpin' This is that original Boogie Down Productions Last of them true MCs that still function Boom bap, boom bap When the mic turns on, dudes be like, "who's that?" Crowd rushin' in, security's like, "move back" Real skill, that's what a lot of you lack I'm turnin' on my mic to reveal a new batch Rappers say they great, but compared to Kris, who match? Amber alert on the phone when you snatched How you a DJ? You ain't even start from scratch Yeah, I know you waitin' I'm just messin' with the reverb a little bit Just keep goin' and I'll tell you when to stop You still here? It ain't over yet Knowledge Reigns, so I'ma leave 'em soaking wet If you listenin' to a legend, this is what you pose to get Real skill, my utmost respect or a broken neck Flawless rawness, I pour this Through the cordless, all this is lawless I'm the tallest, people say, "give me more, Kris!" You can't ignore this, you know you saw this The extensive tallest is flawless We on this because dope is what they call this So from the gutter, the number one He comes from under, from the hood When the hood was a hood, and it peaked at summer We used to speak our rhymes to Funky Drummer We called it The Dozens, a competition of words Jokes about your mother Now Knowledge Reigning Supreme like no other The soul brother whose beats and words so gutter No wonder this brother, when he utters you don't blow Not with the gun though, with the one flow, you like, "fuck no" This no luck though, I'm one bro You can now catch me teaching in Brick City at 55 Ludlow Dudes be like, "uh oh, we in trouble" King of the jungle, no time to mumble, kingdoms gon' crumble I step, they stumble, I be like bumble A one-two to run to a traitor like Fuck you and bring the truck through I gets down, but you can't see what I'm up to I'm tacklin' rappers like, "hut one, hut two" When I come through Okay, okay, we good, let's change up the flow