Lyrical Breakdown of @ 15 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "@ 15" 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 "@ 15" 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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The name,
Of the brother to blame is quite plain
Its not the reign, but a brother who don't claim
Or aim to be a preacher or ordain
I have black thoughts, therefore my names the same
No question, my ability,
In the studio facility
As I exercise my god given utility
On time, I get behind, and push along a rhyme of mine which I design with what? the mind
Leave MC's blind with amnesia
Chop em in a salad and my name ain't Caeser
Think twice before you approach
Get benched by the coach
Like eggs, your poached
I wrote murdah, so you could say it's murder he wrote
You think I'm hell sent, so you repent to the pope
So don't walk, when, the sign says not to
And don't talk when black thoughts about to,
When I say maestro and bro starts to play it,
If you got a rhyme in your mind, then don't say it,
Save it, for the weaker,
Pack your portable speaker,
And utilize the treads on your sneaker
And take your sorry crew back in, forget about rappin'
Forget you ever saw me and forget this ever happened
Cuz, you might have nightmares of MC's being slain...
And I'll be to blame when you go insane.