Lyrical Breakdown of What's It All About - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What's It All About" 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 "What's It All About" 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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[Run] I would like to throw "Rock Box" in the start of this one "Run.. Dee.. Run.. D.. M.. C.." "Here we go again!" -> Chuck D*} "What's it all about?" [Repeat x4] Livin' in the city, the crack the mack and all that Easy does it, is it was it The black or white that Friday night In those racist places, let's get it right Ah to the maximum, and keep askin' 'um When the city gonna fix where the blacks are from And every day around the way another one got Bucked in his head, from a gunshot No chance in advance for the ambulance Cause he was just another victim of the circumstance A brother died, the mother cried, it was a pity But that's how it goes down when you're livin' in the city Just a hard rock, call him a hard rock In the metropolis there's no stoppin' this Can't agree with society poppin' this Disagree with the plea when they coppin' it Some men pretend the end will come soon They gather what they can and them BOOM You played yourself, you made your wealth; The deal was dealt, now your health is in question Three Card Molly, hoodlums, who are we? Pollution, prostitution, In God We Need a solution, revolution, substitution For the thing's that we're abusing Pity the city, for the people livin' out on the streets Yo we homeless, the homeless need to eat There's no progress for the rest God bless for less What it is? What's it all about? Whassup G? What it be? How you livin' homeless probably Mandela's free And they're rollin' with D In history you cannot see em like they cannot see me The Berlin Wall It all had to fall They said no but "Yo!" "Yes why'all!" The people that spoke were never provoked And now it's tumblin' down Freedom of speech for each Now how that sound? Try to stop me from sayin' what I want to say My funky rhyme I never quit until the break of day Now here we go as I flow and show and kick Infor-mation, teach and ? reach inside the nation And be a, seer cause I'm reason with run And now that the point is out Let the jam slam my man and tell me What's it all about? I flex my muscle, what I must do Is bumrush you, fuck you I'll crush you The Ku Klux Klan is fucked up And every good man'll understand Beginnin' and winnin', from the first fuckin' vocal I spoke to you, I ain't no joke to you I do what I want to do If you don't like what me and my crew is doin' then fuck you What I do and what I done with Jay and Run None could ever become, to sum it up bum Get off my dick and out my kingdom (Yo yo D tell em where you're from) Straight from Hollis, Queens I'm still eatin' collard greens and I'm doin' the same things I ain't never goin' out suckers Punk motherfuckers! What's it all about?