Lyrical Breakdown of Just Begun - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Just Begun" 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 "Just Begun" 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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Oh, yes indeed I like this, I like this Ayo, Hi-Tek Do me a favour, man, speed it up a lil bit From the intro, you know I'm so influential Cause I'm glowing like a candle The focus is so essential, dog, what you tryna get into? I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue They snitching like Donnie Brasco, I'm counting like Monte Cristo The ghetto full of betrayal like Iago and Othello Your fellow neighbor will slay you, they'll smoke you like cigarillos Police, want that info, they'll grill 'em like Portobellos I'm murderin' instrumentals Cause I rap with the conscience of villains, killers and monsters So revealin' and honest I'm still fulfillin' the promise So nice, I kill 'em with kindness Hittin' like Muhammad Ali, you more like Tatyana All this is probably karma, you dishonoured the father Whether it's God Almighty, or the almighty dollar We follow the prophets like Islamics or the Dalai Lama Your bullet points so hollow they could prolly pierce body armor (uh) Look in the scope, my people still a target (uh) Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown Feeling out of place as I whistle the cab down "If I tip extra, can I huff a cig?" Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge, uh I'm in New York now, like Akeem and Semmi was Tryna get the lobby door open from a semi-buzz I just wanna go to the slum And throw my money on the floor like the Notorious BUM, uh Build a home, teach a class, start a revolution Free the mind, heal the body, talkin' evolution This that Black Elohim Anunnaki rap That Farrakhan, Hakeem Olajuwon, Q*ddafi rap I dedicate this to my niggas in New Orleans Rockin' black and gold stockin' caps, and fleur-de-lis Shockey hats I'm in the courtroom screamin' "Who Dat?!" on the devil Servin' gumbo with a shovel, dawg, I'm on another level Me and Kweli come together like two pieces of metal We magnetizin' the ghetto Yeah, now here's the memo I'm a rebel without a cause, a bezel without no flaws And shawty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet I'm about to ball And never let up, look how I just crept up without applause Fed up with all the frauds, and left y'all without a job The center of attention, this is clever, I'm Pau Gasol Really, though, I'm LeBron Really, don't got my mind on this new school of rappers I will really go Columbine And throw up the diamond sign Boy, you know I'mma shine Flow is in Ramadan 'Cause couple years ago, the game had they pajamas on But now they on my dick, man, I should throw a condom on Ay, cause a nigga comin' raw like I ain't got one on And I ain't stoppin' nor coppin' no pleas I just lock-and-load, squeeze Dawg, I'm on a higher level, I'm on top of nosebleeds Niggas say they sick, but when they rock, they don't sneeze Like that nigga on the block waving his Glock, but won't squeeze Please ... hey Look, hold your applause until the ceremony end Yours truly, truly blessed, yet again a noble pla-anted Supermagic, abracadabra kid Mysterious master djinn, blacker pen Arrowhead with the long-barrel stem, and his apparel fresh Harbour lights shinin' out the black power grid With the Black Power grip, and pure power don't power trip Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip The Gladwell point and Babylon Palace All about nothing, where it's all about the dollar And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market The Devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner Get off him, there is not a parcel or a portion Or a measure of a fortune more awesome, gorgeous The funky Four Horsemen and one more with Hi-Tek on the score, once more, of course You're welcome, thanks Appreciation for your participation Special dedication Celebration ... bitches!