Lyrical Breakdown of Can`t Stop, Won`t Stop - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how KRS-One weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Can`t Stop, Won`t Stop" 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.
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Open up the herb gates, I limp pure ganja Babylon come, but they under cover They never really want me stop sell ganja (They just wanna take a cut of what you make so far) But I'm not havin it, unload the SLR Pack the ganja, BOOM, they break down the door POP POP, two shots exchanged at close range Out of three Babylon, they hit one in the brain POP POP, two shots hit the window pane I exchange four shots, I drop and feel pain But I'm not hit, into the bathroom I crawl I look out the window, it's a one-story fall I'm fallin, hit the ground and start crawlin Sit up walkin proud, blendin in with the crowd Another day I got away, I gotta fix this problem someday But the very next day Can't stop, won't stop, sellin mad izm All competition, I gots to get wit 'em Me nah go jail and me nah go prison (Take it to his face kid, diss him) I'm in another herb gate like a superstar 11 A.M. things are safe so far I used to worry bout the competition on the block But now the competition on the block is the cops And even block watch doesn't know where we lay Well. (Open up, the D.E.A.) Aww man, just when I went from all lead The door opens up, I got a Glock to my forehead (Get down, get on the floor) I felt the stab, I thought I was dead But I woke up instead in a cell layin on my bed I laid back down, then I heard the crack sound Two D.T.'s came in and laid they Glocks down One was whistlin a love song, as he put some gloves on I thought to myself, damn, somethin's wrong BOOM BAP, BOOM BAP, against my head I fell back on the bed, down to his feet The pain was insane but the hit was sweet Cause these dumb-ass cops punched me right by the heat The Glock, two shots, three shots, they screamin Then someone said (Hey wake up kid, you're dreamin) I said, "Yo, dreamin? That nightmare was hell!" But as I looked around I was still in my cell Damn, I got myself caught up in a jam The D.T. that woke me up was like "What?" I wiped the saliva, off my mouth The D.T. said (Let's make a deal) No doubt No question, now I started up the session No need for guessin, yes they want my supplier I said, "What makes you think there's anyone higher?" He said (Don't be a God damn liar) You killed three D.T.'s yesterday, you heard me But still the cops you knocked off, yeah, was dirty Now the whole investigation is federal We want you to point out, the rest of the cops that are criminal He continued to say, "You can't think it through This whole drug game is bigger than you Follow our plan man and you'll be free Let me explain one thing so you can see, we..." Can't stop, won't stop, sellin mad izm All competition, I gots to get wit 'em Me nah go jail and me nah go prison (Take it to his face kid, diss him) Now I'm back in the herb gate, all wired up Constantly thinkin bout bein tied up Snap out of it, I thought, damn, we like L's The federal and local cops got wars with themselves And I'm in the middle, and can't solve the riddle My nose is runny (Let me get a 20) A 20 of the green or a 20 of the brown (Gimme the whole pound clown or duck down) God damn, God damn, here we go again But this time I'm set up by my federal friend Suddenly I hear (Yo, move from the door) Followed by the shots, sounded like the 4-4 After the violence, then there was silence Then I heard (Hey yo it's us, open up the door) But rule number one in this game is self-reliance So I picked up the mini-Mac in case they wanted more The door opened up, the fed said, "Whattup? They was stickin you up, so they had to get bucked" Suddenly a sense of trust came over me I thought to myself, "Well soon I'll be free" But as I turned around, I heard the gun go click I said, "Wait," but it was too late (-BLAM-)