Lyrical Breakdown of Dynamite! - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dynamite!" 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 "Dynamite!" 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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Uh, uh, come on, S-P in the

Up north into the NYC and the, out West

And to niggas in Cali and the

Down South type dynamite

What, yo, yo, come on, dynamite, dynamite

Uh, check it out, uh, uh

Ayo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy

Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite

C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite

Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy

Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite

C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite

Yo, check it out, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'

The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think?

It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink

Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct

But yo, in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducin'

Rehani, the mic champion, more than a step beyond

Mothafuckers sweatin' me, beggin' me just to get me on

Macro-cosmic, micro-master

Aiyo, I'm all the way, way, Phil-Phil-lay-lay

People wanna see the way the Illadelph play

Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say

I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me

Thought, I keep a line-ean, upper echelon-ean

Heineken, hold the rhymin' in, flows remindin' 'em

Your half-steppin' ass could never fathom or grasp because

Aiyo, we got a doctorate in cold-rockin' it

Bringin' this apocalype, nigga, you mad topical

*Hctib* my raps trick your optical

Mr. Superficial, I'm rippin' apart your heart tissue

This is your official dismissal, I don't study the artificial

Who fuckin' with the dark crystal? Yo, where are is you?

I'm movin' like a smart missile, aimed and guaranteed to hit you

Word up, but when The Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it

It ain't no way to censor it

My style metaphoric to bricks and ten ton stacks hard to lift

The artist, comin' out the Fifth darkness

Subterranean, never against the gradient

Afro-American slash half-Pleiadian

In your universe, my star's the most radiant

Check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy

Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite

C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite

Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy

Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite

C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite

Aiyo, it's all the way live, from 2-1-5

Plus admission is denied, so just wait outside

Two extremes collide like Jekyll and Hyde

And I provide you with the swerve you need, but take heed

You travellin' at light speed, iller than adventures you might read

Official original breed, The Justice League

Yo, it's the P-5-D style fashionist

Other MC's, they actresses

Yo, Mr. High-post, you 'bout to get shot down

Tryna fly above this Illa-Fifth compound

You've known since the get-go, I rock your disco

Ain't nobody badder, but yo, you get my gist so

See, I represent, so you gotta squint

As far as how I really do it, you incognizant

We causin' nuisance and get in-decent, so save your two cent

Don't come in my district kickin' that *bullshit*

Yo, y'all simplistic limited clique get

Trenches of the mentally twisted that you enlisted

'Five' was the emblem on the mic you got hit with

And I stomp ya, 'til you call me conqueror

Back-slappin' all them niggas that slept

Thinkin' that Elo could ever disappear, I'm strippin' they veneer

Wit' this non-ether reefer, quite frequent premiere

Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy

Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite

C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite

Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy

Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite

C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite

Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy

Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite

C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite

Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy

Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite

C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite