Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rebirth" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how undefined weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Rebirth" 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 undefined 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 undefined's narrative.
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And right 'bout now, we get ready to get live to this beat
We get ready to get live to this beat, so I want everybody in the house to help me count this beat down
Yo, later for that, we ain't count down nothin', know I'm sayin'?
We ain't count down nothin', 'cause the beat is too large for that, know I'm sayin'?
The beat is too large
When I get down, I give what go around
And when I cough, I do my best to cut it off
I don't claim to be a preacher, not paid to be a teacher, but I'm grown
I try to be a leader to the bone
Never could follow a man with a bottle
He's a baby with a beard and not a feared role model
And they ask me where I get it, I got it from my pops
With a man in the house, and all the bullshit stops
Then I sing a song about what the hell is goin' wrong
You never know if you only trust the TV and the radio
These days, you can't see who's in cahoots
'Cause now the KKK wears three-piece suits
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all
In fact, you know it's like that y'all
Yeah, that's right straight from Bricktown, boy
Know I'm sayin'? Freeport, LI, Roosevelt on the map, know I'm sayin'?