Lyrical Breakdown of Real Hip-Hop - Part II - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Real Hip-Hop - Part II" 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 "Real Hip-Hop - Part II" 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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KRS-One] Hah! They not ready, uhh uhh Set it off, South Bronx Set it off, uhh, check it The real hip-hop, is over here The real hip-hop, is over there The real hip-hop, is over here The real hip-hop, is over there It's a demo, it's a demo, it's a demo, it's a demo Steppin out the limo, KRS-One, gettin in you From the get-go kiddo throw em out the window Flip em like a nickel Peep the hottest single He'll sink them like the S.S. Minnow That same kid that rocks the Benz rocks the Pinto Watch my signal, I rock the rap game like Nintendo Hey diddle, diddle, get played now like a fiddle I watch you wiggle, in front of the audience that was fickle Now you can't make a nickle, the sour pickle you are KRS-One, ninety-seven superstar I got one thing to say and let me make this clear Everywhere, now throw your hands in the air The real hip-hop, is over here The real hip-hop, is over there The real hip-hop, is over here The real hip-hop, throw your hands in the air! Yo, been rockin rooftops, knahmsayin? Internat', yaknahmsayin? KRS, vandalizin, yaknahmsayin? With the Mic Vandalz Boogie Down, Uptown, yaknahmsayin? It's dope, check it out When I ain't doin a show, or bringin all the money in Or at the studio, or home studyin I'm checkin out Funkmaster Flex on cassette As he wrecks turntable sets with many subjects Huff now that's the Blastmaster connects, the larynx To a high-tech mic set, you get what you get Tech and Sway, index of singles is complex On Technics sets, he wrecks, collects a fee next While you rejects practice, suffix and prefix Hip-Hop I reads it, and mark your album incompleted I seen it, saw it, back in eighty-five Platinum rappers yo that can't rock live Their mental facilities, lack the ability For lyric agility -- battle? You're killin me The real hip-hop, is over here The real hip-hop, is over there The real hip-hop, is over here The real hip-hop, throw your hands in the air! The real hip-hop, is over there The real hip-hop, is it over here? The real hip-hop, yo it's over there The real hip. now throw your hands in the air! Throw your hands in the air (get loose now) Throw your hands in the air (get loose now) Throw your hands in the air (get loose now) Aiyyo I'm breakin, in this rap thing, I've been waitin Ready for the world, rude like awakening Homo sapien,?? rock every stadium Scholars and players, here to Las Vegas Embrace the papers, land of money makers Brothers hate us cause the brothers ain't us Yo yo, from coast to coast I'mma overdose you and BDP you And Kris-Kross your mind, wouldn't wanna be you A Uptown thing, world premier Throw your hands in the air baby it's on How many MC's wanna get they rep torn? From Joe to Cage and mics in my juvenile days, I abuse The mic get lifted, the crowd gets amused I got next. you lose!