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 Oh...