Lyrical Breakdown of Get Down - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Get Down" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how LL Cool J weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Get Down" 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 LL Cool J 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 LL Cool J's narrative.

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Ge, Ge, Ge, Ge, Ge, Ge, Ge, Get... Down to a rhythm that'll rock the walls Cold sportin' Air Jordans and I'm on the ball Don't lackin I'm black, but I'm not Lou Rawls Disappeared for a year, now I'm back y'all So get down, with the entrepeuner of funk Not a sloppy fat punk, or a Shaolin Monk Ain't down with Johnny Carson throwin' shoes at a jam So the hell with Ed McMahon & Thom McAn JVC is the box, Farmers is the street Soundin' hungry over beats, that's why I always eat Up to you to guess who's rockin', the funky sound If you don't know, never mind, come on and get down Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L., go L.L. Get Down Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L. Get Down I'm hard like Haystacks Calhoun Callin' me a sucker boy, you're pushin a broom If you try to pull a ace, you get a punch in the face All eyes are on my posse when we walk in the place Not the Cunningham family, from Happy Days Not the boys who play the bench for the Oakland A's He'll drop you to a hop to the record he play Couldn't keep it a secret, I'm L.L. Cool J Rhymes are all wack and reel to reel Yo Earl, tell the party people the deal Yo listen here Ya ain't no thing, can't complain Get cash like a muh'fuck, pass the J That's right, I'm back, he's talks, I rap He used to Smurf, now you're jackin' 'cuz my name's on the map Sit and lie my homeboy Earl says, "Is that E-Love's hat?" With the hands like a hatchet, Kut Kreator's in back Kut Kreator on the fader, the teachers pet Baddest man with ten fingers you've ever met And sooner or later we'll have to sit Kut Kreator cut the record so they don't forget Get down Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L. Get Down Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L. I make hard rock jams, for hard rock fans What I'm sayin's for real, this ain't L.A. L.A. land Got a can fulla jams, pullin' off the lid Competition in New York can't do what I did No Cinderella story, I paid my dues I rocked at house parties, I was down with crews Now I'll never be caught, I'm on my P's and Q's And for the rest of your life, you'll wanna be in my shoes I'm strong like stone, hard like cement, And I rocked every jam that I ever went to Got a better rep than any eMCee has And I'm bad like a brother from Alcatraz Get down Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L. Get Down Go L.L., go L.L., go L.L. Ni-ni-nigga-ni, Ni-ni-ni-ni Ninja of rap, the boss is back The only man you should call on when the party is packed From Paris to L.A they say I'm as sharp as a pin When it's a Cool J party, you gotta get in So I can make ya kick steps like Gladys Knight 'n The Pips One rhyme, you're on my tip soon as it leaves my lips Up the block kids are talkin', and spreadin' the news About the new Grandmaster, the one you'll choose Cause I'm treacherous, I wanna stomp the rest What I'm kickin' couldn't bore, it can only impress I'm not a Hula-Hoop, this ain't no passin' phase Hard work pays, I'm gettin straight up A's Cool J is runnin' things, I want it understood Executioner, I should wear a black hood And carry a axe, cause I'm ruff on wax Speakers speakin? phone-wear from durable? eight-tracks Get down (G, G, G, G, G, G, Get Down)