Lyrical Breakdown of You Be Illin' - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "You Be Illin'" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Run-DMC weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "You Be Illin'" 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 Run-DMC 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 Run-DMC's narrative.

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One day when I was chillin' in Kentucky Fried Chicken Just mindin' my business, eatin' food and finger lickin' This dude walked in lookin' strange and kind of funny Went up to the front with a menu and his money He didn't walk straight, kind of side to side He asked this old lady, "Yo, yo, um, is this Kentucky Fried?" The lady said "Yeah" smiled, and he smiled back He gave a quarter and his order, Small Fries, Big Mac! You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin' Today you won a ticket to see Doctor J Front row seat, in free, no pay Radio in hand, snacks by feet Game's about to start You kickin' popcorn to the beat You finally wake up, Doc's gone to town 'Round his back, through the hoop Then you scream "Touchdown" You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin' The other day around the way I seen you illin' at a party Drunk as skunk you illin' punk and in your left hand was Bacardi You went up to this fly girl and said "Yo, yo, can I get this dance?" She smelt your breath and then she left you standin' in your illin' stance You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' For dinner, you ate it, there is none left It was salty, with butter and it was def You proceeded to eat it 'cause you was in the mood But Holmes you did not read, it was a can of dog food You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin', ill-illin' You be illin', illin' You be illin', illin', illin', ill-illin' You be illin', illin', ill-ill-ill-illin' Illin' Illin' Ill-Illin'