Lyrical Breakdown of ’94 Via Satellite - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "’94 Via Satellite" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Souls of Mischief weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "’94 Via Satellite" 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 Souls of Mischief 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 Souls of Mischief's narrative.

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Yeah, y'all niggas don't know nothin' about this What that nigga say? Enriched Oakland funk? Ha, better take that shit serious Let me just drop that shit Man, fuck an MC, I got a tip that's fat and lengthy Like a forty pistol for your missus Maybe shoot through before you miss this This phony shit whips your man senseless Them obese hits with thick riffs so spin them ten bits And come up, like these sucker punks Don't even run up and speak We the reason that your shit is called weak And y'all our livelihood, as long as it's understood The crew be rippin' this, and you be strippin' this Like it was hubs, why? Because we cuttin' them dubs So fuckin' fat that you gotta bite that We got it like that, I'm not no tight actor Who's the singer or nothin' but hook the track up And I've become the decisive factor, yeah Y'all niggas can't dream to think about this shit You can bite it But by that time it'll be too late 'cause it's already been recited Come with the shit Ha ha, I try not to be too temperamental Everything I do, yes, it's true, it's meant for mental Renovation, with innovation laced in it, embalmin' fluid Blowin' through your speaker, do it, make you wanna seek Your soul like Nat King Cole, my shit is gold I hold the pole of polarity, like a wand in final phrases Ages before you ever heard a lion roar My minions were preparing for my birth to unearth the black core The pearl of persistence to keep your interest Keep evildoers outside with fences I make my rhymes audible and portable Assorted full of burstin' energy 'cause it's affordable Of course there's more to throw to the sharks And modify the marks Perhaps I use a parable of Rosa Parks on the front of the bus I don't discuss comin' less than us Dirty devils never question us Yeah, Hieroglyphics in the house, Souls of Mischief Yeah, check it out It's the grill-buster, the ill buster My skills must abominate niggas who ain't rhymin' great Why debate? The situation's critical The shit you say is pitiful Your skill tank is empty and my shit is full With the smooth unleaded No one in this world ever said it Get beheaded by the cool dreaded MC Dicer, eyes a little bit wiser But yo, my shit is nicer The ill price you pay is this I slice MCs with my greatest hits We take no shit in rap, that's it, you're wack So get your ass on, nigga, burrow Be in the cut 'fore I get my blast on, nigga Earl's how you're comin' at me So I'ma banish MCs until they vanish with ease Causin' damage with these, yeah Souls of Mischief in the house Hieroglyphics, okay, yo, come rip this shit real quick Who, me? Yeah, see, I'm only out for one thing Domination, in case of MCs chasin' they dreams Evaded and slipped clean through the system All shaken up and touchy 'cause we dissed 'em Bitch, you need to listen to this one The tension thickens, your heart rate quickens Damn near beatin' out your chest, you can't predict what's next I bet conviction is stressful MCs that bite, they wrestle with the mic All night, openly recite, excite Captivate the crowd, make my mama proud now And forever will I reign, Souls of Mischief supreme The crown tipped to the side, you don't wanna collide A landslide victory for the team, they all die, nigga Yeah, it's like that and a It's like that and a, it's like that and a A Hieroglyphics, yeah Clearly distinguished from these incompetent niggas Playin' possum with the mic, suckin' penis Tryin' to be Phest' and freaky with a twist but missed By a long shot, I hope they all flop I manipulate the mic as a concussive force No remorse for reluctant MCs I couldn't be cut with the keenest of blades Bolstering the limits, unprecedented Projecting my image like a hologram Reanimatin' MCs, Shamrock the seas Made specimens, decimated the rest Awaitin' antihistamines, distressed and jaded Phest' escalated as a mack of all trades Yeah, uh-huh Souls of Mischief, Hieroglyphics Throw your hands in the air, come on Yeah, you know we don't stop Oakland, California