Lyrical Breakdown of Official - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Official" 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 "Official" 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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Oh, yeah
Well the bell has rung because the time is here
Oh, yeah
We gotta switch it around and put the thang in gear
Oh, yeah
Not much is for sure, but this here is true
Oh, yeah
I gotta do it for me, but then I'll do it for you
Major attraction, trouble distraction
Scramble up my name and it still come action
Music's our number, dial to sue slumber
Open up your ears to the low tint of thunder
Creative Queens native, mixes are the Native
Want some fresh shit? Then we're correlative
Busta is ferocious, unflawed and precocious
Airin' fools out 'cause my willy bodacious
Peoples don't blame me, shorties can't game me
Country Cherokee but the city here made me
Rock like coral, distinctive 'bout my orals
Got lil' grime and got lotta laurels
The rhythm stay bangin', my one-two thangin'
Is exemplified by the comp left hangin'
Percussion's our weapons, drums are Smith & Wesson's
Lyrics poppin' off leaving deep impressions
Oh, yeah
Well the bell has rung because the time is here
Oh, yeah
We gotta switch it around and put the thang in gear
Oh, yeah
Not much is for sure, but this here is true
Oh, yeah
I gotta do it for me, but then I'll do it for you
Yo, I feel what the beat does, people fuck with me 'cause
When the song end, I become what the beat was
Same thing as other, no need for cookie cutter
The bar gets raised, not your average old gutter
For that I hit a chin up, B, ya time been up
Would've came sooner but I overslept my get-up
Now let's get in the middle, girl I'll solve your riddle
'Cause we can be strong and protect against the brittle
If groupies need to see me, go and get the CD
I aerosol you all top to bottom like graffiti
Bismillah-in', dudes stay applaudin'
When you hear the music, thus begins the Mardi Gras-in'
Rhymes ain't the issue, that's how I'm gon' get you
Don't need a Billboard hit for me to hit you
The clairvoyant micist, who always come the tightest
Queens everywhere demostratin' who the flyest
Oh, yeah
Well the bell has rung because the time is here
Mmm, mmm
We gotta change it around and put our thang in gear
Oh, yeah
Not much is for sure, but this thang is true
Mmm, mmm
Gotta do it for me and then I'll do it for you
Oh... Ohhh
Gotta do it for me and then I'll do it for you
Oh... Yeah
Gotta do it for me and then I'll do it for you
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