Lyrical Breakdown of Got Work - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Talib Kweli weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Got Work" 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 Talib Kweli 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 Talib Kweli's narrative.

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I love you baby (Yeah, yeah) I'll treat you right (Yeah, yeah) I love you baby (Yeah, yeah) I'll treat you right (Yeah, yeah) I got work for you (Give it to me girl) I got work for you (Give it huh) I got work for you (Give it to me girl) I got work for you Ignore the amateurs You're rolling with the glamorous See all the clamor for the lights and the cameras? They get scared when the glances turn amorous Exposed to the heat, they go yellow like an amethyst Used to be purple like the cannabis from welts and the bruises Used to scream, help! It was useless... Escaped into the night with her life intact, A betrayal she described as a knife in the back Stone cold killer, you'd probably shudder At the amount of blood flowing through the Hollywood gutter All because of the appetite for dreams that will eat you up inside She on your mind probably keep you up at night 15 minutes, that's all she really need Director yell, cut! And we see how you really bleed... Stay in the game. Stay in the frame. Say her name: Fame, Fame I love you baby (Skip the foreplay) I'll treat you right (That's what they all say) I love you baby (Skip the foreplay) I'll treat you right (Yeah) I got work for you (Give it to me girl) I got work for you (Give it huh) I got work for you (Give it to me girl) I got work for you She's so fleeting, she's so deceiving, she's so misleading She cut'em open and bleeding, she got'em overeating She's so hot, soda pop, she's overheating Her gun--American, her favorite rum--Puertorican She's like a monkey on your back, 'till you start to crack She'll make you famous like the stars of "Strapped" The heart of the fact, to swallow that, she got a target on your back Follow you until you drown in the sea of your sorrow You overdose, she got you over, she got the potion It's not a joke, how she got'em hoping--they should've tried the coke [?] And, everything designer, from the kind of drugs she do To the attitude when she get tired of loving you... I hear them swear they don't need her, and throw dirt on her name I'm out for the fortune, fuck Fame! I hear them swear they don't need her, and throw dirt on her name, I'm out for the fortune, fuck Fame! The mother cried, the butterfly was a caterpillar Before he fell in love with Fame, 'cause he had to feel'er The model--hot, she swallowed shots, straight Tequila The bottles pop, she love you, but can't wait to kill ya She lurking in the bushes, she the paparazzi Her sex drive--way faster than a Mazarati Every relationship is work, this is not a hobby She make you famous like Beyonce, then she got your body How she grimy like a project lobby But still snooty, pack Louis Vuitton and act bourgey She like a ghost 'cause I shudder when she pass through me She yell, cut! And you stop acting--it's your last movie She got you in the gym, she got you in the spa Staring at the man in the mirror wondering who you are You're a superstar, 'til she pass on ya Take a picture, it will last longer (Word!) (outro): I love you baby I'll treat you right I got work for you