Lyrical Breakdown of Criminal Minded - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Criminal Minded" 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 "Criminal Minded" 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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Boogie Down Productions will always get paid We'll take the wackest song and make it better Remember to let us into your skin 'Cause then you'll begin to master Rhymin', rhymin', rhymin' Criminal minded, you've been blinded Lookin', for a style like mine you can't find it They are the audience I am the lyricist Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this Page, a rage and I'm not in a cage Free as a bird to fly up out on stage Ain't here for no frontin', just to say a little somethin' Ya suckaz don't like me 'cause you're all about nothin' However, I'm really fascinatin' to the letter My all around performance gets better and better My English grammar comes down like a hammer You need a style, I need to pull your file I don't beg favors, you're kissin' other people's I write and produce myself just as fast Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls Attractin' only women, got no time for little girls 'Cause girls look so good But their brain is not ready, I don't know I'd rather talk to a woman 'Cause her mind is so steady, so here we go I'm not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic I've listened to these MC's back when I was a kid But I bust more shots than they ever did I mean this is not the best of KRS, it's just a section But how many times must I point you in the right direction You need protection, when I'm on the mic Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher, you're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If this was a class well, it would go right under drama See kings lose crowns but teachers stay intelligent Talkin' big words on the mic but still irrelevant Especially when you're not, college material Wake up every mornin' to your Lucky Charms cereal DJ Scott LaRock has a college degree Blastmaster KRS writes poetry I won't go deeper in the subject 'cause that gets me bored It's a shame to know some MC's on the mic are fraud Sayin' styles like this to create a diss But if you listen, who you dissin'? See I am a musician Rappin' on the mic like this to me is fine 'Cause if I really want to battle I will put out a nine You can see that Scott LaRock and I are mentally binded In other words we're both criminal minded We're not promoting violence, we're just havin' some fun He's Scott LaRock, I'm KRS-One Never off-beat 'cause it don't make sense Grab the microphone, relaxed and not tense You waited, debated and now you activated A musical genius that could not be duplicated See I have the formula for rockin' the house If you cannot rock a party do not open your mouth It's that simple, no phony cosmetics to your pimple Take another look because the gear is not wrinkled The K, the R, the S, the O, the N, the E Sayin' rhyme for eighty-seven not from 1983 Welld, to rehearse and my rhymes are my curse Originality come first but the suckers get worse Allow me to include I have a very stable mood Poetic education of a high altitude I'm not an MC, so listen, call me poet or musician A genius when it comes to makin' music with ambition I'm cool, collected with the rhyme I directed Don't wanna be elected as the king of a record Just respected by others as the man with the solution An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution On wax, relax, there's 24 tracks After years of rockin' parties now I picked up the knack Because everythin' that flows from out my larynx Takes years of experience and bottles of Beck's I cannot seem to recollect the time I didn't have sex Is it real or is it Memorex? I'm livin' in a city known as New York State Sucka MC's gotta wait while I translate I hang with real live dreads with knowledge in their heads People with ambition and straight up musicians Although our lives have been so uprooted I have it included, you all get zooted So take each letter of the KRS-One Means knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everyone You look at me and laugh, but this is your class It's an all-out discussion of the suckas I be crushin' So now you are awakened to the music I be makin' Never duplicated, and also highly cultivated Don't get frustrated 'cause nothin' has been traded Only activated, it came out very complicated Not separated, from my DJ, you see my voice is now faded I'll see you folks around the way, criminal minded Criminal minded, criminal minded, criminal minded