Lyrical Breakdown of Crim & Medicine - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Crim & Medicine" 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 "Crim & Medicine" 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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Talking] It was so beautiful. It was almost unfair. It's cold but it's true. It was so cold it got warm. Kids out in the schoolyard and playing. It was nice and calm. It was dangerous. When the MC's came, live out the name And to perform Some had to snort cocaine to act insane Before they rocked the don Now on to the mental pains, spark the brains Building to be born ?? is on the track Check em check chicka icka etta UHH Strange Times Everybody got their get high (Oh my) Their get right, their get nice, they get by (Oh my) They get open, get ready, get primed The national pastime is victimless crime You want your thrill and I want mine As long we can get it we ain't got to say why I don't mean to pry, you ain't got to lie We ain't got to speak when it's written in the eyes Whenever she was high off the sparkle in her palm She had a young girl's smile and a hustler's charm Dying from the city where the hustler's are born Made, traced, murdered, replaced Life-long residents barely feel safe And the street's offer plenty taste and little faith (Break it down) Little face, soft lips, little waist (Break it more) Tiny hands (Oh god) fat ass (Oh more) Big eyes like birthday surprise Super dupa fly, born in 85 Repeat it to yourself: This is a victimless crime Psyche your mind there's a victim every time Your tasty little pill, your freaky little thrill Pray won't leave you still, you wonder how it feel It's real, pussy like some money that you steal Eww When the MC came, fill out the name And to perform Some had to snort cocaine to act insane Before they rocked the don Now on to the mental pains, spark the brains Building to be born Give the people a new drug Crime and medicine Dead wrong and live in America Off the block and right in your area Fresh apples and peaches for the president HA HA Crime and medicine Dead wrong and live in your area From the street corner, right in your residence Fresh apples and peaches for the president Crime Fresh peaches and apples for the president Crime Fresh chocolates and apples for the president Crime Fresh linens and apples to the president Crime Fresh