Lyrical Breakdown of Here I Go - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Here I Go" 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 "Here I Go" 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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Here i go, i don¹t give a damn if you wit me Stupidity, shit i¹m the reverse of jiggy All that prettiness running on empty Only wusses need pity, no i ain¹t from the city 5 minutes of fame if you don¹t know my name Oh yeah, i¹m that field nigga they all fear Here¹s a madd salute to all my troops Fuck a lawyer and the law and all them suits I spits and i vomit cause i come like a comet Better quit it if yall don¹t know what yall gettin from it Just forget it if you wit it, that racket runnin it Come on come with it, i think i¹ll fit it Go to war but what the hell i¹m fightin for As i soar yeah baby i like it raw No cigar, i ran over the pop star wit my car, Again and may the best jam win... Here i go ---- there you go Bingo, it don¹t matter if this platter¹s a single Needin needles like the beatles needin ringo From the beginnin i told you how to see thru the linen All that talk but that¹s the way The side walks in new york I simplify cause you might be high Rip shit in the pit so what you don¹t like it This is man shit a hip hop trip On that aggressive tip but rap got pussy whipped Got out psyched down on that turnpike I knew this philly who just wouldn¹t get right Cause i was aware as a square in delaware Execs writing checks for sex in spandex Radios gettin sucked by labels under the table Mix dj¹s gettin overpaid for airplay Try to shut me down like ray, what i say? Fuck your friends and may the best jam win Here i go ---- there you go Mirror mirror i¹m finger pointin at the man It is i, i interrupt the program Chuck d rubberneckin with the fans Pe don¹t give a damn about uncle sam And on and on like i said before Some, the 100 meter dash, i¹m the marathon Against the grain comin like a train As you listen to the sounds that remains insane One on one and it¹s just begun To get out the ghetto and get something done To be the man you gotta beat the man Don¹t confuse me with being dumb or bubble gum And i¹ll be here as you disappear And i¹ll be around amongst the crowd Cause anything i wear is a step on down That¹s how i¹ve always been And may the best jam win...