Lyrical Breakdown of A Letter To The New York Post - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "A Letter To The New York Post" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Public Enemy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "A Letter To The New York Post" 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 Public Enemy 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 Public Enemy's narrative.

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Yo, gee Come and get your New York Post New York Post right here Come on, y'all Get the Post, uh, Post, uh, Post, uh, Post, uh Coast to coast, uh, New York Post, uh Yo, New York Post, don't brag or boast Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast Put my address in the paper, 'cause I smacked that girl She's the mother of my kids that I took around the world Disagreements, having scuffles when you share upon You shouldn't try to drain subjects in a duck pond If you're gonna tell a story about people's worries Just mind what you tell 'em, 'cause they don't bring glory (uh) It only brings agony, ask James Cagney He beat up on a guy when he found he was a fagney Cagney is a favorite, he is my boy 'Cause he don't jive around, he's a real McCoy Yeah, you tellin' Flav we got to let 'em know Here's a letter to the New York Post The worst piece of paper on the East Coast Matter of fact the whole state's Forty cents in New York City, fifty cents elsewhere It makes no goddamn sense at all America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit Flavor Flav is the one that makes The Post money Writers making violence in headlines funny Tryin' to undress my past until it's naked Post got Flavor from sellin' no records Europe, Asia to the street of New York Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk Do it to ya for The Post to employ me New York Post can't destroy me Rapper Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover With the headline of a fucked up cover Out the pot took plate, New York Post Get your story straight, motherfucker It always seems that they make our neighborhood look bad Here's a letter to the New York Post Ain't worth the paper it's printed on Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton That's 190 years of continuous fucked up news Yo, one can play the game, two can play the game Yo, Flav, read on, can't forget you either Jet Flavor Flav is your best Jet yet My own people own the most business Wrote on faith of valuesness Should have checked with me before you wrote it Got it from another source and quote it Put it out like the New Year bull drop In every beauty parlor and barber shop Flavor Flav, world renown Can't keep a man like Flavor down Yo, Jet, be a good host Don't print bull like the New York Post Ah, looks like somebody slipped up here Well, anyway, here's a letter to the New York Post Black newspaper and magazines are supposed to get the real deal From the source, y'all Sorry, Jet, you took the info straight out of The Post Burned us like toast So, when it comes down to gettin' the facts straight about P.E. Get your shit correct