Lyrical Breakdown of Real Hiphop - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Real Hiphop" 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 Hiphop" 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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Only a few... will understand and appreciate what's about to happen Das EFX, come in! One: Das EFX Well it's the super duper rhymer rhymer I'm about to set it Niggaz best forget it let it be or you'll regret it D So what it B... the D to the f**kin P (Yo it's me the lyricist they fear in this as you can see) I be's the ultimate, drop the ultra shit, f**k the other shit Biggety buttah shit is how we comin kid we runnin shit Now who you f**kin with is Diggey Das EFX'n We flexin, cause kid we got this rhyme and took effect y'all Aiyyo I figgety flow I rocket blow a nigga out the socket Keep in mind to keep the dread, now they like my pocket, watch it It's the rhyme fiend about a second from the crime scene The boogie banger twisted off the lime green f**k a dime we, strictly fifty, the BDP and Hit Squad committee King of my city, ask my cousin Smitty, yo Got to get the dough, got to blow the spot Diggity Das KRS East coast on lock Two: Das-EFX, KRS To corny niggaz y'all get ate, my shit'll make you faint So much platinum on my walls that I can hardly see the f**kin paint You think it ain't before a year and stopped recordin Now look we comin back and runnin shit like f**kin Michael Jordan Accordin, to my niggaz in the sewer Yo you a, corny nigga so we gots ta do ya This for my niggaz on the block, handlin rock like Kenny Anderson I'm brandishin, stiggedy styles to keep MC's vanishing Scattering, f**k it, styles don't be mattering My pattern's amazing son Blazing like a Saddle and Battling's a no-no, got more Fame than Coco I'm paid and still drips ya with a blade from my logo So take your, style and Go-Go like D.C. niggaz Y'all know the haps we movin strapped on the East nigga Yo, yo, well miggedy mayday, mayday, it's Crazy Drayz's payday I riggedy wreck it eryday, kick shit like f**kin Pele But wait a, minute, cause we get in it for the masses For classes, yo KRS come get up in they asses What... I say, follow me follow me with my syllable syllable lyrical criminal MC threats are minimal to my phsyical they just whittle and whittle away, with little and little to say As they piddle and paddle away, they say OK But I chop that ass up anyway What's your handle I got mad MC heads upon a mantle I got genuine MC skin sandals I light the mic up like a candle, watch it melt Cause when I felt lyrics you both are screamin for help when you hear it, you can't bear it, you can't even wear it You oughts to just cheer it, go get it spirit! As I fa-la-la-la-la, I'm comin with that rara Rockin mics when you was googoo gaga to your momma You wanted to battle KRS when you was young you told your poppa He slapped you in your head and said UHH-UHH But you didn't heed the warning Now I'm in the place, now I'm your face Lookin at your crew but they all broke out because they nothin but lace KRS is like mace, in your motherf**kin face Yo DJ Dice, tear down the place!