Lyrical Breakdown of Cold Lampin' With Flavor - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cold Lampin' With Flavor" 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 "Cold Lampin' With Flavor" 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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"I guarantee you, no more music by the suckers No more music by the suckers No more music by the suckers" Yo, man, what do you mean by suckers, man? Yo, we only trying to put a black eye in the game Yo, we gonna let you put a black eye in the game Boy, you know what I'm sayin? Yeeah, boy, ha-ha Cold medina, cold medina Rocking a beat to the strength Yeah, boy, I got a solo, boy That's right, Flavor goin' solo What y'all know about that? Yo, we gonna kick the flavor like this Yo, bust this out I'm lamping, I'm lamping, I'm cold cold lamping I got Louie's boy, I'm not tramping I just came from the crib, you know? I'm on the go, throw your tank into metro Live lyrics from the bank of reality I kick the flyest dope maneuver technicality To a dope track, you wanna hike get your backpack Get out the wack sack I'm in my Flavmobile cold lamping I took a G upstate cold camping To the Poconos, we call a hideaways A pack of franks and a big bag of Frito lays Flavor Flav on a hype tip I'm your hype drink, come take a big sip I'm in position, you can't play me out the pocket I'll take the dopest beat you got and I'll rock it Like chocolate, even vanilla Chocolate, strawberry, sarsaparilla Flavors are electric, try me, get a shocker Didn't I tell you to leave Flavor Flav alone, knocker? A clock on my chest proves I don't fess I'm a clocker rocker, rocking with the rest Flav in the house by Chuck D's side Chuck got the Flavor, Flav don't hide P.E. crazy, crazy P.E Making crazy Louie's for the shopping spree You're eating dirt 'cause you like getting dirt from the graveyard You put gravy on it Then you pick your teeth with tombstone chips Casket cover clips, dead women hips you do the bump with Bones, nothing but love bones Lifestyles of the living dead, first you live then you're dead Died trying to clock what I said Now I got a murder rap 'cause I bust your cap with Flavor Pure Flavor We got Magnum Brown, Shooshki Palooshki Supercalafragahestikalagoothki You could put that in your don't know what you said book Took-look-yuk-duk-wuk Innovative ill factors by the Flavor Flav Come and ride the Flavor wave In any year on any given day What a brother know, what do Flavor say? Why do the record play that way? Prime time merrily in the day Right now this radio station is busy Brain knowledgeably wizzy Honey drippers, you say you got it You ain't got no flavor and I can prove it Flavor Flav, the flav all of flavors Onion and garlic, french fried potatoes Make your breath stink, breathe fire Make any onion the best crier I know it sounds crazy but it fits perfect Peter perfect picked a perfect Peter Honey dripper, sucker sipper, big dipper, sucker dripper Dripping suckers 'til it's going out of style Creating suckers for the Flavor Flav pile Flavor Flav, the flavor of the pile Lamping boy, Medina style Kicking the flavor, getting busy You're going out, I think you're dizzy I think you're hungry 'cause you're starving for Flavor Flavor most, put it on your toast Eat it and taste it and swallow it down Imperial Flavor gives you the crown Of the king called Flavor, the king of all flavors Rolls and rolls and rolls of life savers Flavor Flav is in everything you eat 'Cause everything you eat got flavor Flavor Flav is the first taste you get in the morning Your breakfast is the flavor In between that your lunch, in between that your dinner In between that your midnight flavor That's right, boy