Lyrical Breakdown of Start The Party - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Start The Party" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Salt-N-Pepa weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Start The Party" 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 Salt-N-Pepa 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 Salt-N-Pepa's narrative.

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I'm gettin' dressed for the jam about to jump in my mercedes Slippin' on my dancin' shoes cuz i'm a lady of the eighties It's friday night i just got paid my house is pumpin' Or listenin' to my hammer tape while my sound system is dumpin' Picked up my girl salty she was waitin' on the porch I shared my fly fly mercedes yo lit the highway like a torch On the way to pick up spindy we raced with a 1 9 d He was a sucker duck if he thought he could buck with us in e The party started Let's get this party started Let's get this party started right Rolled up at the party, saw a fella black and fine Bow-legged, high-top fade, then i said, "yo, that one's mine" Stepped out of the ride, told the bouncer, "hold my benzy" Heard the bass, it was the place so i slipped my man a penny When we walked in the jam fans met us at the door They yelled, "we love you salt and pepa!" "yes, we love y'all even more!" Some foul, wack, nappy bitty tried to step to spinderella I was cool, i made my move, then i droppped her like a fella Start the party, boy Now this is what you call a hip-hop beat from s and p So get out on the dancefloor, and don't even rough with me I ain't goin' for it, i ain't buyin' it so don't even try me Dance sucker, mother tucker can, that old lady gets busy Yeah, i don't give a damn, salty is who i am And man, i'm gonna slam this jam, you understand? Yes, we will stay the queens no matter what the means The party started, let's get retarded, now work them bluejeans Rock the party, y'all Yes, i told the people move, he made a move To the stage and grabbed the mic From these stank, sorry, frauds - run d.m.c. look-alikes Spinderella took the set, made her fingers nice and wet And you bet she made that dj sweat, and he won't soon forget Pepa took on the speaker, bust an oh, so funky rhyme I did a step right on time and made the crowd lose their minds The whole place was on the floor, we was rockin' hardcore-core We left them wantin' more, and we headed out the door We rocked the party