Lyrical Breakdown of Word Is Born - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Word Is Born" 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 "Word Is Born" 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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Let's begin to talk
Nineteen ninety
And this is what's going on
To the break of dawn, twenty-four seven
Run-DMC in effect, kept scoring
On those weak rhyming, rewinding MCs
That need to pause
My word is bond, yeah, speakin' on truth
From the old school on down to the youth
Since the days that I was the age of... (Three)
Stop, listen to me, this is how it used to be
(Go) Stand on the missile line
Why? You did a crime, now the time is mine
To school you and your crew
(Why?) 'Cause you're my brother
Stop sellin' and killin' one another
Take some time and see what's missin'
Brothers and others like you be on a mission
Thinkin' bad from the cell you're made
And back home, a grave in which to rob, hey
His wife, 'cause of our system
Now you think you're down, you cold dissed him
Shut up 'cause I'm fed up with this culture
And flyin' high in the sky, a big vulture
Waitin' and debatin' to see who's next
For (Brothers and sisters) of the opposite sex
So hold on, keep it intact
And go on perform positive black
B-boys, be black, be proud, right on
(You know we're proud to) Be black and my word is bond
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My word is bond
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Let's begin to talk truth
It seems that y'all make a bang out of things that are small
We all play the same game for fame and claim
To rock the bigger brain like Sir Action Man
They'll soup you up 'til you think you're large
Got a spot on tour, but I'm still in charge
A big gig, a shit get, don't renege
Bust a rap like a cap, like a snap of twig
That extends from the ends of a branch on a tree
Like the new jack rappers, run from me
I got proof of truth, how can I go wrong?
Word 'em up, D, my word is bond
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1990S and ain't nothin' changed, punk