Lyrical Breakdown of Oh Really - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Oh Really" 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 "Oh Really" 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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/beta Oh Really KRS-ONE Oh Really? Oh Really? You think you murdered the track Impact of the back of the billy, club Take it back to what rap really, was Make so much noise we could barely hear your buzz That's why we've got these rappers scared of us These other emcees just don't compare to us KRS-One, Buckshot we back again Time for you rappers to take of the mask again From one to ten, we pass the ten Bumping Dead Prez cause I'm an African I'm naughty by nature, raunchy by nature, Forty by nature Y'all Corny by nature; Meaning, all of y'all naturally whack And I'm naturally dope like coke before crack Oh Really? I'm more like the weed in this rap And these new jacks are more like the seeds in this rap I don't need to react, I don't even need to reach for the gat I can see how you speak and you act You'll be laying in the ground in five days If this was the seventeen hundreds you'd be my slave If this was ten thousand B.C. you'd be living in my cave I'm bringing new meaning to the term 'I'm saved' I'm like a mountain man, unshaved Walk through ice and fire unscathed I'm living proof that you get better with your age Hip-Hop's a journal, I'm turning the page Yo Buckshot Everybody get the gauge Don't play with me I ain't a video game, I'm so serious Put so many holes in your brain, you oblivious To the fact You owe period Who the asset and who the ass that, Oh there he is (Hah) Neck full of high class diamonds Wrist looking like you made a trip to my hymen In the colosseum, or harlem, or canal You cop jewels by the penny weight? I go by the pound Anyway, I go by the style, not by the sound So when you cop my CD you can go out of town Go out of bounds, I'm blowing the whistle, Referee BDP Y'all know I'm official, Y'all go on my tissue Y'all niggas are shitty, you get wiped out, lights out You can't outwit me, outsmart me or outfit me Yeah this my gear, I got an arsenal with me, nigga it's my year