Lyrical Breakdown of Hoovermusic - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hoovermusic" 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 "Hoovermusic" 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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You got the mic, the people, the world's street cred The radio, the TV, the world wide web But who care, do nothing with what you said Sounds like somebody's in bed wit the feds Hoovermusic Why you wanna make music when you take music make my crew sick And abuse it to nobody else can use it More than just some non-singin', drug slingin', fling, sing Yo what, check it out, is it rating or raping? It is no more taping, it is soul regulating These love to hate songs and y'all know that's wrong Anything for the money, tough guy BET, MTV, P-I-C, you know what, the M-I-C Honestly, this policy be killin' me Good for who, good for what Is your mind body soul better from it? Songs meant to send you to prison Also send the family to have a million and a half kids You got the mic, the people, the world's street cred The radio, the TV, the world wide web But we can't do nothing with what you said Sounds like somebody's in bed wit the feds Hoovermusic Mon-stars lurking the planet fame One hand in your pocket, one hand in your brain Sucking your soul like some video game Yo DJ, Lord, what the fuck the've been sayin' Who's consumin' the boom as they vacuum your room You shake your boom boom as they clean up your room That Black exec, he did not stand a chance But his job was to make you shake and make you dance Trapped in the middle of what you be doin' Increased market position, on what and how you listen I came in this game, never thought that I'd ever See hip-hop and the game, in the name of J. Edgar You got the mic, the people, the world's street cred The radio, the TV, the world wide web But we can't do nothing with what you said Sounds like somebody's in bed wit the feds Hoovermusic Hands in the air, hands in the air like this (hoovermusic) Yeah hands in the air like this (hoovermusic) Like this, side to side (hoovermusic) Side to side Side to side Side to side Side to side Side to side Side to side Side to side C'mon Ooh ho! You got the mic, the people, the world's street cred The radio, the TV and the world wide web But we can't do nothing with what you said Sounds like somebody's in bed wit the feds Hoovermusic