Lyrical Breakdown of Datskat - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Datskat" 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 "Datskat" 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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Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it, baby!
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it, baby!
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it, baby!
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it, baby!
Di-bi-dis-banks, hip-flip-a-didip-didim-dow-hound
You wonder 'bout the sweat pon my brow, formulatin' nouns
I'll get down, boogie brother rock on, right on, right on
The brown, rhymer organically grown, I've shown, while
Sip-pida-didip-styles and proceed, to flow
You know I'm flyer than G.I. so yo Joe
Fuck, I run amuck, 'cause I'm the father of the fattest skatter
Black is intellectual, cat that is perpetually
Ritually catchin' wreck, don't step, I cut ya
I mix the Sector 6 and now I knowledge butter words
To prop up Afrika Bambaataa, a lotta, brother is out there
Waitin' on that new shit, well, this is how we do kid
The levels is correct one-two, call in a blunt too
The front two, run through, good for you
Brand new styles like Kung-Fu
And rip this from the front to the back
To all my peoples where you at I know you dig it when I kick
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it, baby!
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it, baby!
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it, baby!
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it, baby!
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it, baby!
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it, baby!
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it, baby!
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it, baby!
Wadibi-dee-doo-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop
Skiggy-dang, skiggy-dang, you knows we gonna rock
And don't stop, just droppin' off my bags you fags
When you define, the word behind, deserves you lags
We blast off like launchers, launchin' off the rockets
If you bugs, if you act like plugs, you're gettin' pulled
Out of sockets, the extra-curricular particularly this
Miraculous in lyrics they be callin' me Jesus
Please just call me Maliq I'm not a prophet
Pass me a topic and I'll drop it
Because it gets, hairier, never marry or flurries a throne
To hell with a boy upon the microphone
Will be convenient, I'm never bein' lenient
On them folk who gonna slow-up 'cause they a dope
But a-bi-dee-doo-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop
We makin' touchdowns, 'cause we knockin' butts down, so
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it, baby!
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it, baby!
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it, baby!
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it, baby!
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it, baby!
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it, baby!
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it, baby!
Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it, baby!