Lyrical Breakdown of History (feat. Talib Kweli) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "History (feat. Talib Kweli)" 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 "History (feat. Talib Kweli)" 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.
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[Mos Def] Kweli say, "Everybody act according to the season that they born in" Some are the night, some are the morning, some at noon Some in winter, some in June It's all cool, it's the natural The science is a jewel For me and mines, yours and you Let's move, tell you a little about mine, yo I was born in a season where the world was quiet and cold Celebrations were going on Some were happy, some were sad Some felt bad from being good Some felt good from being bad, feelings pass and change But they never leave, they here to stay Holiday, holiday, happy birthday Teenage love, the first cut run deep Soul on flesh, this is the Brooklyn streets Year of the Ox, seven and three M.D., the history (come on) Every soul got one indeed (yes) It's where you been and where you be And without understanding you cannot proceed Complete, the start then an end Then it just go round again... again [Talib Kweli and Mos Def] Again and again, brand new Again and again, so fresh Again and again, newness [Talib Kweli] I was born in the decade of decadence where they worship what they have Ford was president, do the math The war was ended when the North Vietnamese stormed the city of Saigon We was like "Bye", we was gone, let bygones be bygones I'm goin' spread love, it's the Brooklyn way Where the hug you with the firearm side arm Like new school clothes, Black Star official Smash when we do a show, it's facts, no mystery I'm down with the crew like Mussolini in Italy I rock with The Roots like the Given Tree Powerful, bigotry I work, me and my people got history These rappers dumb it down considerably We "Get it Poppin'" like a hit chorus The flow is historic, they can't get rid of us Ubiquitous and we lay the law like Leviticus Ten years ago we made history so they missing us [Mos Def] And don't call it come back in particular Even if it blend into ephemeral I fade into peripheral, Transition of the minister's original we're broadcast clear Without diminishing, Black Star, so tight Burning soul temperatures and ministers Alkalines aminos and minerals, essentials Served over Dilla time signatures It's miracle material, remember it's right now foreverness