Lyrical Breakdown of Act Won (Things Fall Apart) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Act Won (Things Fall Apart)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Roots weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Act Won (Things Fall Apart)" 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 The Roots 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 The Roots's narrative.

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(And you are all...) We don't even come To see our own, man. Listen, Freddy, listen... You know if we had to dep... If we had to depend upon black people to eat, We would starve to death. I mean, you've been out there, You're on the bandstand, You look out into the audience, What do you see? You see Japanese, you see, You see West Germans, you see, you know, Slabobic , Anything except our people - it makes no sense. It incenses me that our own people Don't realize our own heritage, Our own culture, this is our music That's bullshit! BG: Why? SH: That's all bullshit. Everything, everything you just said is bullshit... You complaining about... I'm talking about the audience. That's right. The people don't come because you grandiose motherfuckers Don't play shit that they like. If you played the shit that they liked, Then the people would come. Simple as that Inevitably, hip-hop records are treated as though they are disposable. They are not maximized as product, not to mention as art