Lyrical Breakdown of Johnny Is Dead - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Johnny Is Dead" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Q-Tip weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Johnny Is Dead" 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 Q-Tip 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 Q-Tip's narrative.

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(Verse I)

Sometimes I phase out when I look at the screen

And I think about my chance for me to intervene

And its up to me to bring back the hopeful

Feeling in the music that you can quote

Not saying that I hate it

'Cause yeah, I kinda dig it

But what good is an ear if a Q-Tip isn't in it

So this year get in

And inform your friend

Your boy from the hood

Is on that shit again

He's upped the degrees

And dropped the mercury

To splash on the mass

From low to upperclass

And when the record spins

It sometimes blows a wind

A fickleness of fans

They sometimes hate again

They always bring up Tribe by me

Could not survive, I mean

This is my mans, I mean

This is my fams

And here's somethin' new

It's front row for you

So don't misconstrue

Its tribal and true

My dudes who hustle hard

Will stop your repetoire

As long as you can see

Its you who's stayin' free

'Cause life is filled with 'cerns

Keep pills and little burns

And shit, I'm fuckin' up I mean

I'm trippin' out

But still there is a void

And people get annoyed

Let's focus on the feel

Before we get a deal

C'mon

(Chorus)

Figuring life can't be a thing

The wilderness is wild to me

But you're not alone I see we're just the same

Figuring out where we should be

Figuring life can't be a thing

The wilderness is wild to me

But you're not alone I see we're just the same

(Verse II)

Moving while we can

To put back on the street

Let's take care of ours

And ensure we eat

And opening in

They critize the boys

Without enmity

They lose all the noise

They can't keep us down

We're dominant and brown

And those of other shades

They join our parade

But wait, there's rain ahead

Like Brit and Kevin Fed

And magazine debris

Its shit you gotta see

I'm no diff'rent to you

I goes through it too

I thumbs through the page

I don't come of age

I'm not a deity

I'm far from perfect see

I roll a tumbleweed

This's just a humble seed

That i present to you

Its just a mr. groove

With words of harmony

And soon a melody

That speaks to where we are

The door of hopes ajar

And soon we walkin' in

Uplifted just to say

C'mon

Chorus 2x