Lyrical Breakdown of The Beginning - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Beginning" 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 "The Beginning" 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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Yo, check your mic, let's test these levels Check, check, check, check Okay, word, we got the sound Let me know when the break's coming in Nah, there's no break I'm just gonna go straight through Aight, kick that shit Ha, Heaven-sent I can prove this Any crowd, turn me up loud, KR will move this Long before Easy-E, this MC, he was ruthless Kickin' rhyme, spittin' 'rhyme, freestyle, I do's this Who's this? You don't know me, homie, I'm the one and only I turn you two into a toll, tell you, you owe me You ain't gotta go to the past to know me, homie I'm KRS-One, my power is now, acting holy These rappers are phony and lonely I catch 'em coming out of show me's I don't Oscar or admire they baloney No phony, I spit for the time from the mind So when I spit off the head of course I'm ahead of my time Yes, I'm better with rhyme and it's evident I'm The lyrically benevolent kind, this you never gonna find I'm spitting plenty medleys, this is work not a job Rappers are crying like a boss or a verse, they soft That's when they get robbed and disappointed They not anointed, get 'em set up like an appointment I spit the same heat you light the joint with, fire Spit the truth no liar, Heaven-sent this is higher The might cooks, I write books, the heavyweight champion This song becomes a knockout with the right hook I'm raw, meaning not cooked These fake rappers heads are down 'Cause in the face of KRS they do not look .40 cal' style, ram-pam-pam like big drums When I heat up the cup, the 420 it's done Light up the Cheech with the Chong, I teach when I come Knowledge reign is supreme, what these rappers is speaking is dumb It's a treat when I come, I'm not what you used to I'm the return of Khufu, all over these tracks like choo-choo I'm the guru, so when my teaching premiers it's Gang Starr Hitting you and your man in the same car These wack rappers, fuck who they are KRS is like a hooligan, hittin' em all with the same bars Hooligans, hittin' 'em with the same bars Yo' wack style just ain't ours, Venus to Mars I'm teaching with bars, spitting these bars But youngins under twenty-one can't even get into these bars So I don't blame 'em if they not seeing these bars 'Cause when I hit 'em with my universe all they seeing is stars Speaking of bars when I spit one You can see it's all about impact over and income The big one, multi-directional and exceptional Ten of my first twenty albums are all collectables You feel the heat when I'm next to you, truly legendary Underground, undetectable and revolutionary Most of what's going on today, you know we knew already I try to teach our people 'bout poverty, it took to many and shook to many It shook too manu, we can see what a curse is So I reemerge and showthese youngins who the first is The minister, frying rap chickens like Churches And the worst is seeing your temperature taken by nurses IV-bags, your family picking out hearses It's like you at the Barclay Center, you won't survive these verses Sprite means spirit so I obey what my thirst is The whole planet, so-called Earth is what my turf is, KRS-One Hold up, hold up, yo, I got this Yo, this about to be fire Levels is on point You sound good out here Let's get this project started