Lyrical Breakdown of My Kung Fu - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "My Kung Fu" 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 "My Kung Fu" 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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Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba You've been so good to me When I was a little boy You were the only one I wanted to be To be like Pa do and Ma do How much I love the both of you I know all the strain we've been through But it's of no consequence 'cause we're coming through Coming through Check it I first learned my kung fu in the crack-a-lac In the center of the stars, inside the dust street shack This had to be about ten years back Before I ever even heard of a 24-track (Right) Talking about you was an MC, was that the move? 'Cause if you said you had skill, well, then you had to show proof And if there ever was a party, son, yo, I would set it And tell the DJ, "Run that beat from Ultra Magnetic" I'd grab the mic and then I'd leave the party buzzin' Tellin' all the honeys I was Slick Rick's cousin When I knew I wasn't, but I had no shame Pa, you know the name, the most always had game Back in the day of the rap attack When brothers knew how to act before Glocks and crack And Van Deceak was doing radio shows And crossover meant that you wore your mom's clothes When Sweet G was talking about the games that people play I used to sit back and say, "Yeah, D, someday" And as I grew older, my kung fu grew better Instead of shooting the humbles, I was shooting all net (Woo) And now my time has come And now hip-hop's an industry polluted by bums Posing with guns and puffing mad blunts And young brothers just started rhyming last month (That's us) They getting fat deals on any major label When they only seen other people hold the mic cable Five years ago when we was dancing house When the DJ played hip-hop, then you walked out But now you're hard, talking about you paid mad dues Used to see your ass in pubes wearing platform shoes I ain't confused, who you think you fooling with that get-up? You ain't genuine, so don't waste your time Griffin over here 'cause there ain't no chance That you could break the sand, son, you ain't that advanced Times are getting critical across the land Joke about the B-boy, introduce the B-Man Understand? (Understand?) Uh, the M-O-S-D is who I am, now check it out, y'all My kung fu is the style you have to master My kung fu is the style you have to master My kung fu is the style you have to master My kung fu is the style you have to master At the age of eighteen Made a little money and I needed some advice on how to live my life Was going through strife, people couldn't understand That I was coming into my own, becoming a man I had to have a plan 'cause I know what I'm here for So I can't waste time, y'all, gotta be on the ball And represent for my peeps (Where?) In the streets I make beats and kick facts over phat tracks It's all of that from the crack-a-lac Going through problems as a adolescent A lot of troubles and turmoils, there was persistence And I know that I stutter, but it don't matter 'Cause I'm a bad I flip a verse, either backwards, sideways I rocks my sh— from here Mondays, Fridays Saturdays and I get a weekend off My sh— ain't soft (Well, excuse me, baby) You paid your dues 'cause I'm the boss Sh— on motherf— Bruce Springsteen and Diana Ross Because they know what the time is I rocks sh— for the fly kids B-Man bounce and bass bump-bastic Kick it drastic, you'll get tossed like an ash, kid You know what I'm sayin'? My kung fu is the style you have to master My kung fu is the style you have to master My kung fu is the style you have to master My kung fu is the style you have to master Well, I'm sleek and I freak a beat For you and your peeps to bump inside your Jeeps Your Acura, Honda, or whatever Pop it in the Benzie and get your head together Strolling down the FDR Playing the microphone star Deep in your car with the Thump-diddy-thump-di-thump-di-thump-thump Pop up the trunk and let the bass bump If you ain't got a ride, well, that's alright Let the youth keep you company on your hike Trekking down the ave with your headphones on Take them off for a sec, you'll still feel gone You're pressing rewind many, many times I must rock the mic 'cause it's only right Coming right up off of Eastern Ground This is how we get down, I hope you like the sound Thermo offering number one There's more in store, there's more to come We far from done, no, the show ain't over So when we coming through, don't say I never told you that My kung fu is the style you have to master My kung fu is the style you have to master My kung fu is the style you have to master My kung fu is the style you have to master It goes like that and it don't stop It goes like that and it don't stop It goes like that, yadabbadoodah, dabbadoodah, dah, dah Yeah Clap your hands, y'all Everybody just clap your hands, y'all