Lyrical Breakdown of Survival Skills - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Survival Skills" 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 "Survival Skills" 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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DJ Revolution cuts and scratches (SKILLS)
"Microphones are not for these emcees
Who don't have no" "Survival!" "SKILLS!"
See what I've been through
See what I go through
If I don't look at you
It's cause I don't know you
Know where to go to, know where to hide
What does it take, nowadays to survive
Small-time rappers ain't as dope as us
When you hear rappers in the club
You hope it's us
Back in the days, they used to smoke the dust
But cats kept jumpin off the roof too much
So today we don't abuse the Dutch
We use our minds to write
Rhymes that you can touch
My feet stay planted on the ground
You want that soft pop shit
You better book another sound
We gets down, I know the streets
Y'all rappers got maps out, lookin all around
Huh! Y'all want the crown
But why should I battle you
If next week they're gonna put
You in the ground?
That's a waste of time I'd
Rather blaze a rhyme
On someone tryin to raise they mind
Bucktown, USA
(BUCK TOOOOOWN) - Boogie Down connect
Yo Buck, what the fuck they gon' say?
Who cares! They want that pop shit
That soft hip-hop shit
That KRS and Buck +not+ shit - BOOOY!
Beats bangin on your door like rent time
I invent the rhyme that was meant
For your mind - ORRRRR
I get physical, I mean physi-kal
I might lean with a smile
And kill you in style
Wow! I am just the smartest MC
I am known as what you call an artist MC
See, part of me be like "Pardon me"
The other half be like
"Motherfuck manners! Bust the hammer"
Damn I, feel like a mattress the way
They keep sleepin on me
They don't see I'm the craftmatic
Huh, I spread everywhere, led everywhere
Shot ricochet and bounce back lookin heavy
Yeah! And my deadly year, lick machete, yeah
You like professin
But you failin on your test this year
"Survival!" + "SKILLS!" cuts and
Scratches by DJ Revolution
Funkmaster Flex, he down wit us (Heh)
DJ Premier, he down wit us (WADDUP PRIMO?)
My man Tony Touch, he down wit us
(TONY TOCA) dJ Green Lantern, he down wit us
All the Heavy Hitters, they down wit us
DJ Mister Cee, ho down it us
Yep, DJ Evil Dee, he down wit us
And DJ Kenny Parker, down wit us
Makin funky music is a must
Makin funky music is a must i'm number ONE!!
(skillsskillsskills, skillsskillsskills)
(skillsskillsskills)