Lyrical Breakdown of Who Got It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Who Got It" 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 "Who Got It" 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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[Featuring: Krista Thrill] [Talib Kweli] Let's go, let's go, let's, let's Let's go, let's go, let's, let's Let's go, let's go, let's, let's Let's go, let's, c'mon [Chorus: Talib Kweli] Ask anybody that you bump into Who got it poppin when it come to these rhymes (who got it?) We got the sound that you jump into You automatically pressin rewind (jump up!) [Talib Kweli] They call him Kwe' for short, really talk to the children But too many people feel him and they might, try to kill him Try to test me I survive, like your grandma recipe (Survive) like a Child with a Destiny Survive like a Cuban holdin piece of wood floatin to Miami Like, Elian Gonzalez cause they back with the family Survivin in the streets of Brooklyn, that's where you find me Survivin like somebody mommy clutchin a palm tree in a tsunami Who woulda thunk that would ever happen? Rootin for Kweli cause he brung back clever rappin Sister - heads wrapped in fabric of the standard music Chicks - with their tits, made of plastic look, dancin to it In this arena I balance, your boy stand alone And win it cause these rappers is more annoying than camera phones Maybe it's me, it could be hard to move me But these niggaz got me trippin like a white girl in a horror movie! [Interlude] Do you like the way he jumped on it? Take a step back, you don't want it Do you like the way he jumped on it? Take a step back, you don't, you don't [Chorus] [Talib Kweli] Yeah... this the one right here, put it on everything Drop it heavy then get in the wind like a weather vane Let it rain, let it pour, metaphor so let it off Like the 38th special edition of "Set it Off" Yo the trap, got you blastin your heat It's hot ones like shotguns from the passenger seat The mic booth, the district where they be packin the meat Cause they kept it raw as the jump off, I hop, back on the beat Back on the street like an ex-con With enough in his pocket for a tip at a restaurant It's a cold world, dress warm Cuttin through the bullshit record labels and the shady deals Ladies feel the beat when they out clubbin like baby seals Let me chill out cause the raw image to focus on Get back to my point, this joint is jumpin like a circus song Yeah, to break it down to the basic components They don't want it so I'm runnin out of worthy opponents, whoa [Interlude] [Chorus] [Talib Kweli] Even when I be sleepin my brain it keep goin deep inside A street poem with rhymes that keep blowin your mind With a unique flow and heat showin Grown men weepin in the open, tears leak into the ocean Today is (Training Day), I passed the test like Ethan Hawk and I'm droppin signs like Craig G, or Stephen Hawkins Y'all don't rhyme, y'all speak in quotes of MC's that sleep in coffins Latchin on like a leech and eatin off 'em, you weak and soft and [Chorus] [Talib Kweli] Jump, jump, jump - Brooklyn jump up Jump, jump, jump - Harlem jump up Jump, jump, jump - yo, West coast jump up Jump, jump, jump - everybody jump up Jump, jump, jump - Queens jump up Jump, jump, jump - {?} jump up Jump, jump, jump - Midwest jump up Jump, jump, jump - here we go (everybody like) yeah