Lyrical Breakdown of R E A L I T Y - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "R E A L I T Y" 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 "R E A L I T Y" 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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R.E.A.L.I.T.Y. ain't always the truth Rhymes Equal Actual Life In The Youth These are the streets Shit is real out here This ain't no fuckin' joke I lived in a spot called Millbrooke Projects The original, criminal minded, rap topic With twenty cents in my pocket, I saw the light If you're young gifted and black, you got no rights Your only true right is a right to a fight And not a fair fight, I wake up wonderin' who died last night Everyone and everything is at war Makin' my poetic expression hardcore I ain't afraid to say it and many can't get with it At times in my life, I was a welfare recipient I ate the free cheese, while the church said believe And went to school everyday, like a goddamn fool Well anyway, here I am, chillin' at the party Brothers lookin' at me like they wanna kill somebody A cypher manifested in the center of the jam I got to show these wack rappers really who I am It's me against them, so, I clear the phlegm And wage the war, hardcore to the end For someone lookin' inside, yeah, from the out It seems like disrespect is what rap is all about But hip-hop as a culture is really what we give it But sometimes the culture contradicts how we live it 'Cause every black kid lives two and three lives The city's a jungle, only the strong will survive R.E.A.L.I.T.Y. ain't always the truth Rhymes Equal Actual Life In The Youth R.E.A.L.I.T.Y. ain't always the truth Rhymes Equal Actual Life In The Youth Every single day, I hear lie after lie Like, "Black people don't die, we multiply" So, when I kick a rhyme, I represent how I feel The sacred street art of keepin' it real Why I gotta listen to somebody else? How they got wealth, let me talk about myself But all I really got is hip-hop and a glock The results are obvious if I'm confined to my block Occasionally, in the city I'm released To meet other beasts, lookin' for the feast We grunt and growl, on the prowl, as the air gets thinner "Yo, yo, there he go, him", there's the dinner White meat, carryin' a bag of some sort Life is short, white meat is quickly caught A scuffle, a muffle, yet none of us hesitated Like Mother Africa, white meat is violated We quickly disappear like Santa's little elves And go into a area to fight amongst ourselves We say, "Peace" 'cause that's what we really want A piece of the pie that America flaunts R.E.A.L.I.T.Y. ain't always the truth Rhymes Equal Actual Life In The Youth R.E.A.L.I.T.Y. ain't always the truth Rhymes Equal Actual Life In The Youth Oh, shit The truth is that police must serve and protect R.E.A.L.I.T.Y. is, black youth is shown no respect The truth is, government has a war against drugs R.E.A.L.I.T.Y. is, government is ruled by thugs With all this technology, above and under Humanity still hunts down one another Rappers display artistic cannibalism Through lyricism, we fight each other over rhythm Through basic animal instincts, we think So, the battle for mental territory is glory, end of story R.E.A.L.I.T.Y. ain't always the truth Rhymes Equal Actual Life In The Youth R.E.A.L.I.T.Y. ain't always the truth Rhymes Equal Actual Life In The Youth Yeah These are the streets Shit is real out here This ain't no fuckin' joke