Lyrical Breakdown of Parental Discretion Iz Advised - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how N.W.A. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Parental Discretion Iz Advised" 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 N.W.A. 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 N.W.A.'s narrative.

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One, two, three, kick it Ay-yo Dre, what's goin' on, man? What's goin' on? Ay, what y'all gonna do for this last record? Nah, tell me what y'all gonna do? Okay, you want me to do the intro? Aight! Parental discretion is advised for the moment While I'm gettin' candid, now understand it Ain't too typical in any way, though the pro On the mic is the D.O. to the C., this is an intro I know the DOC makes you want to take a valium So buy a bucket, cause upcomin' is my album And for the record, meanin' my record, check it Listen to the single and you'll be like, "Yo, I gotta get it" But in the meantime, listen to the rhyme Of the Dr. Dre, played with N.W.A. Yella's on the drum roll, rockin' the beat Ay-yo Dre, where're you gonna take this shit, man? Ay-yo, let's take it to the street (word up), let 'em understand perfection Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessin' Cause I don't give a fuck about a radio play Observe the English I display Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred And scarred from listenin' to somethin so motherfuckin' hard Dope, pumpin' that so my shit will never falter Yo, it's Dre, so fuck the "Mind of Minolta" Psycho, like no other motherfucker So step to me wrong, G-O for what you N-O But be warned, never will I leave like a regular 'Cause I'm a little better than a regular competitor I used to see 'em on stage Earnin' money like a thief, but without a gauge Until I got full of clockin' the lane, gettin pulled (They said you wasn't gon' get paid) Nah, that's bullshit! They like it stylistic And I enchant the crowd like I'm a mystic (C-C-C-C) C-C-C-cameras are flashin' when I'm in action A photo or fresh with a flair for fashion Pure simplicity, see it's elementary You hear one of the hardest motherfuckers this century Try to comprise a word to the wise and the guys Parental discretion is advised Ren is most extremely high performance The black hat 'cause I worn this, 'cause it's like enormous Some shit, I don't take it, not even in a toilet And shit from a sucker, put in a pot and I'll boil it Turn up the pilot as it burns And maybe the motherfuckers will learn I'm not a sub, cause I speak sensible Not considered a prince, cause I'm a principal I'm engineerin' the shit that you're hearin' 'Cause when it comes to power, I'm power steerin' Silly you say? I say you're silly when you say it Rushin' to the eject to put my shit in and play it It's like Apollo, but I'm not a amateur And I'm not givin' a fuck while I'm damagin' ya It's for the record, so Ren's lyrics is gonna spin it And if it was a trophy involved, I'd win it Possession is mine and I'm the holder 'Cause a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck 'cause I'm older So for you to step off would be wise And say fuck it, parental discretion is advised I be what is known as a bandit You gotta hand it to me when you truly understand it 'Cause if you fail to see, read it in braile It'll still be funky, so what's next is the flex Of a genius, my rapid-stutter steppin', if you seen this Dope, you hope that I don't really mean this But if played, made the grade of high-top fade It's not my trademark when I get loose in the dark You guess it was a test of a different style It's just another motherfucker on the pile Drivin' your ass with the flow of your tongue You hung yourself short, the after-knowledge was brung To your attention by the hardest motherfuckin' artist That is know for lynchin' any sucker in a minute Stagger 'em all When I start flowin like Niagara Falls Ice Cube is equipped to rip shit in a battle Move like a snake when I'm mad, and then my tail rattle I get low on the flow, so let your kids know When I bust, parental discretion is a must Little did they know that I would be arrivin' And it's surprisin', rockin' it from where I been But it's the E here to take, no mistakes to be made In the trade where funky ass records are bein' played Fuck the regular, yo as I get better the Bitches wanna trick and go stupid up on the dick So I get 'em hot, thinkin' they're gonna get it As they sit, rubbin' their legs like a cricket To you it may be funny, but There's no service of beef without money So slip the C-note, and you can choke On a wing-ding-ding-a-ling down your throat Foreplay to me ain't shit When you spread 'em, I'm ready, then you can get the dick Of the Eaze, if you can deal with the size But if you can't, parental discretion's advised! Shut the fuck up!!