Lyrical Breakdown of EPMD - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Hit-Boy EPMD, we back in business I visualize what it is, not what it isn't We at the mafia table next to the kitchen Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million Look, hood theories Arnold Rothstein rigged the World Series Gotti ran every union in the city N-A-S do it B-I-G like Biggie, leadin' like Huey Newton did Nigga, that's how official the revolution is Feds holdin' cameras up and they zoomin' in Don't be surprised when niggas show you they true intent Ruthless, they'll tie up your wife and kid While you talkin' on Clubhouse, the guns out This ain't a audio chat, boy, this audio crack Social media platforms, they rattin' on Facebook, Google, Apple, Microsoft, Amazon Some say it's Babylon, took the property over since Hampton gone Who said we couldn't get cash as long last this long? Platinum cars with our ratchets on Laid back, oxblood seats with the hazards on EPMD, we back in business I visualize what it is, not what it isn't We at the mafia table next to the kitchen Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million (oh!) Murcielago mob flow, '20 Chevy Tahoe Then I'm sittin' low, I am not hidin' though Condos in different time zones (time zones) Way before y'all was double cuppin' the styrofoam Come on dun, had to lay it down in layman's terms (yeah) Want me to turn up a notch? Just say the word (yeah) Hit told me to chill, just lay the verse You know my thoughts get crazy, think about shit from the '80s Buckin' like Tom Brady, ballin' like Kyrie and KD Will had the medallion, emblem of a Mercedes Way before Mike Amiris, when all the Nikes with pennies Killin' niggas for sneakers, had to skate through the envy Supreme sold for a few billi' (few billi') If I sell my masters, I need a trilli' (need a trilli') It was go get it, now it's gimme (run it) And we ain't relyin' on no stimmies EPMD, we back in business I visualize what it is, not what it isn't We at the mafia table next to the kitchen Eatin' Michelin Star, countin' a million Mob shit (mob shit, mob shit) Legitimate (legitimate, legitimate) You couldn't even calculate this shit Yeah (yeah, yeah) Insurmountable shit Yeah (yeah, yeah) Uh (uh) it's too serious (it's too serious)