Lyrical Breakdown of Poor Man's Poetry - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Naughty by Nature weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Poor Man's Poetry" 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 Naughty by Nature 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 Naughty by Nature's narrative.

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I used to trip to watch Batman To do the opposite on the after Cause I knew he ain't have enough to Tuck that cape and fuck that bat bitch The only way is anyway so roll with the flavor Never gave ya a favor so here's the verse inform ya favorite neighbor I'm the maybe of the bunch by months I'm the one wit Be damned to run chick not for the dumb shit On the down low like a kit, my boys are like virgins Turn to skin surgeons, one call they come quick Mickey I get tricky and knock the coward outta Howard Ring around the rosie with Perez so tell a nigga now what I beat your posse like meat in heat Cause when they peep it's the mother number one to fuckin skeet Give me a break, I go for broke 'til it's broken and won't choke trick Cause I'mma still be here when there's just roaches and broke bricks Oh shit, the hoes knows and nose blows in bro's place So playas might go on with some of this card play parlay parlay What which gut sticks makes the cut fit Mutt shit poetry bust this is my justice Guard your grill and get your gut split Then all the beaten blacks will laugh when you snitch From your throat to your hip Hop any trick gets dropped and bombed You're sure to get more than a single tongue from John I'm the venom nice spank ya stanky heinie shiny with the rhyme If still can't find me crawl behind me Put up a hood up then get up ya ups If still on your knees then strut with the mutts It used to be for blacks if you know a rope you know a tree So now we get our justice through our poetry, flow with me Bastard blaster disaster on a rapper You be two different motherfuckers before and after I trash ya NASA fuck that yasser master symbol sling Close that chapter I'm the master Four scars and seven cheers of God seen it hard But I'm as black as the space in between the stars So I'mma rise like a white lie and leave 'em that thin And tune a nigga that thinks he can get with backspin Redman's in town, down for some action We'll get all our niggas and practice practice battin Strip strappin slappin rip rap in half and Cause ain't no faith or in athin happenin I call upon my Newark next four check that Wait and set you up then jump you in sensations Look what the world made I'm your girl's trade Word up we just blew up like the World Trade "Reporting live from down at the World Trade Center Countless people are trapped inside We don't know how many are injured at this time Please stand by for further reports" Peace out to the youngsters, big up to Redman Rosie and Mickey and every thickie icky in the land Getting our justice through our sounds For the brothers and sisters locked down Peace to Newark County ground And for the town Farwell and Annadale Dartsville, Trent State Northern State, Rahway, Life is Grew And Rikers Island San Quentin ain't nobody flinchin And we out 1993