Lyrical Breakdown of Turnt Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Turnt Up" 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 "Turnt Up" 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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Thinking of a master plan
Where there's nothing but
Cash inside my hand
Wanna dig into my pocket
My profit is heaven sent
I dig deeper, you know
I represent, represent
Yeah, money over bitches
My sisters go over everything
My band will make it
Dancin' forever just like a wedding ring
Barb of the hate and the jealousy
That the cheddar bring
Trying to get away from these 85'ers
Like Evelyn
Ride with me
I got 'em leaking like Nene
Got 'em leaking like Ricky
These monkeys biting like hickeys
Cause they seeing what I'm doing
Filling 'em with confusion
Cut edges like a Jew
And I'm fluent just like a student
Of the romance languages
Only the diamonds hang with us
My meal is decorated with garnish
Just like your wages is
The crib's outrageous
But really it's no joke
The girl of your dreams
Be coming over to smoke
Loud
Turn it up loud, turn it up loud
Turn it up loud, turn it up loud
Drop it, stop it
With all the soap operas and the soap boxes
Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, for the people
Yeah,
You can feel the heat from the speaker
My sound will darken your features
Run it down like a zebra
I move with the speed of cheetahs
I'm from Brooklyn where the heater's
The size of a two-litre
I ain't asking for new followers
I'm looking for new leaders
It's hard not consuming
All the bullshit they feed us
Intravenous like a cord
To the womb from a foetus
Been hard since I started reading
Alliteration is literally littered
Through my DNA swimming all through my semen
So every time I bust
Babies begin being born
Talk turns tough
To them toasters that's tucked, yeah
Drawn like a picture
Picture a perfect painting
Police profiling
People peacefully praying
Lay the law like leaders
The lazy is lolly-gagging
On my grind, getting guap
Guess green is the new black, yup
Meet me at the bar
We throwing a few back
Hopped out the car
You know who blew that
Loud
Turn it up loud, turn it up loud
Turn it up loud, turn it up loud
Drop it, stop it
With all the soap operas and the soap boxes
Turnt up,
Say it again
Turnt up
With a "T" with a "T"
Turnt up,
Whoo!
For the people
Ayo we drink good,
Smoke good
This cat 's wearing funny hats
Like the pope would
I come in looking quite clean in the loafer
So hood, might scheme up to no good
You know crook got sling in the notebook
I got the birds on the wire like I know I would
I still rep POC's like I'm supposed ta
Comin' live from Deathrow like I know I should
My rhyme like a laser beam so focused
I'm in the ring so lean I need a foam cup
I ain't lying, Batista Ferocious
Maybe I'm lying bare feet in the ocean
On the beach fall asleep and I'm floating
To the beat so unique like a potion
I love music, I'm complete in my devotion
(Word, say it again)
I'm complete in my devotion
Turn it up loud, turn it up loud
Turn it up loud, turn it up loud
Drop it, stop it
With all the soap operas and the soap boxes
Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, for the people