Lyrical Breakdown of Good Music - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Good Music" 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 "Good Music" 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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Peace to all the hip cats, all the nappy sweets This is the Brother Question, broadcasting live Via satellite, from the Never Never Tunnels Now dig the rituals for today, is good music So sit back, relax and dig the groove Yo bust it, I digs hip-hop, and rocks for hip-hop Not R&B because to me that's not my style and The are-double-O-quotes ain't for radio, but major soul The ones that's hip won't change the dial and I remember one morning at the Soul Shack, coolin' In the outback, on the songwritin' ship Blizz a five, off a Bob Marley spliff On the cloud I be relaxin' from last night and shit In studio today but hey Brother Question Was on the Westside asleep without a clue when I hollered down to Crumbs to pick up the phone And tell him to get ready (Question, what ya doin'?) (Ain't no thing) Yeah Buttered chicken wings, so I met him in the West Where we had to 'lax and wait for Rubber Band and Bes' Bassey broke down on the other side of town Yo you know what it's about, The Roots is out To the subway Does anybody like real music? Sweet music, soul music? You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah Does anybody like real music? Sweet music, soul music? You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah From the subway to the studio Gots to break fast if we want to get, to the bus Runnin' like a Mex for the border (Um, yo, oh um, was it a bunch of yas?) Nah, just the four of us Nuff nappy sweets on the transit, two fine (Three fine) fo' five mo' fine, uhh! A girl says, "Hey ain't y'all The Square Roots?" And I'm like, "Heh, word," And then the shorty passed the sign Now we got to make out exit (where?) To the pavement (to what?) Crushin' trail mix (Oh word man, yo look out) Say what? (look out!) Question dropped a whole bag of drumsticks (Ain't no thing) but a chicken wing, so He bends down to pick up the sticks And his pants fall down (dang!) In my face, Question didn't frown, turned around And thought he felt a draft, so I laughed (Hahaha) Does anybody like real music? Sweet music, soul music? You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah Does anybody like real music? Sweet music, soul music? You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah Here comes the Crumbs, from the chums of the P.O. Sprouted from The Roots and I was added to the trio Now I'm in cahoots and got a reason for my ego In the words of, Los Lobos, adios, amigo At the Rat Cave, mic I'm hand, I'm flowin' Tellin Question, to keep it, goin' What I'm doin', I'm not really knowin' But umm, to me see it sounds oh-and-kay'n (it sounds OK) Layin', to the sounds playin' Um, hi to hoe and, yeah, hey to hay'n (uh-huh) Trippin', I'm tryin', not to laugh, bust it It's the last paragraph, and I'm done half But Question's jokin', and I'm like hopin' That nobody comes in and opens, the door (Ah man, what is up with you man? I'm leavin', what why you scratchin' your face like that man? Look ugly, self-righteous, do-gooder) Does anybody like real music? Sweet music, soul music? You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah Does anybody like realmusic? Sweet music, soul music? You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah