Lyrical Breakdown of Got - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how Mos Def weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Got" 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 Mos Def 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 Mos Def's narrative.

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Some cats really like to, you know...

Profile and front

And then the jooks go down, all at once they like...

Don't get me

Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me

Don't get me

Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me

Don't get me

Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me

Don't get me

Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me

You're out on the block hustling at the spot

Got, this is how you get got

At the gamblin' spot and your hand is mad hot

Got, this is how you get Got

Out in Brooklyn late night flashing all of your rocks

Got, this is how you get got

Some girl from pink house said, "I like you a lot"

Got, this is how you get got

This one goes to all them Big Will cats

With ice on they limbs and big rims on they Ac

You rollin' around town with your system bump

And your windows cracked low to profile and front

Now I like to have nice things just like you

But I'm from Brooklyn, certain shit you just don't do

Like, high postin' when you far from home

Or like, high postin' when you all alone

Now, this would seem to be clear common sense

But cats be livin' off sheer confidence

Like, "Fuck that, picture them tellin' me run that"

But acting invincible, just ain't sensible

It's nineteen ninety-now, and there's certain individuals

Swear they rollin' hard and get robbed on principle

5 star general, flashin' on your revenue

Be takin' a ride on the Downstate medical, like (whoo)

Colourful sparks, yellow and blue

A full on attack and it's happening to you

Wit' nothing you can do but bust back and cop a plea

But five of them and one of you, that equals got to me

Don't get me

Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me

Don't get me

Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me

Don't get me

Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me

Don't get me

Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me (this is so unfair)

Come on ya'll now, let's be real

Some jokers got a rough time keepin' it concealed

I wonder what it mean, it's probably self-esteem

They fiendin' to be seen, get hemmed like Gaberdeens

Cats think it can't happen until the gats start clappin'

They comin' down the wire spittin' fire like a dragon

'Cause while the goods glisten, certain eyes take position

To observe your trick, and then catch that ass slippin'

Like, come on now ock, what you expect?

Got a month's pay cheque danglin' off your neck

And while you Cristal sippin', they rubbin' up they mittens

With heat in mint condition to start the getti-gettin'

They click starts creepin' like Sandinistin guerrillas

You screamin' playa haters, these niggas is playa killers

Mr. Fash-ion, that style never last long

The harder you flash, harder you get flashed on

There's hunger in the street that is hard to defeat

Many steal for sport, but more steal to eat

Cat's heavy at the weigh-in, and he's playin' for keeps

Don't sleep, they'll roll up in your passenger seat

There is universal law, whether rich or poor

Some say life's a game, to more, life is war

So put them egos to the side and get off them head-trips

'Fore some cats pull out them heaters and make you head-less

Don't get me

Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me

Don't get me

Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me

Don't get me

Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me

Don't get me

Don't g-g-g-g-g-get me