Lyrical Breakdown of In Love With The Mic - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "In Love With The Mic" 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 "In Love With The Mic" 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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Yo mama wear armor boots
I saw when she took 'em off
She put 'em in the street
And that street shit I smell feet, uh-huh
Alright, y'all, 100 Grand says I get it in one take
That's right, baby, it's one take days
One take deals, here we go
She wanna know if we can be together
Man, even if it ain't gon' be forever
But it can only be for one night
The only thing I ever loved in my life was the mic
She wanna know if we can be together
Man, even if it ain't gon' be forever
But it can only be for one night
The only thing I ever loved in my life was the mic
Trust me, it's somethin' 'bout the way I touch her
The way that I hold her, the way I clutch her
She move a lot, but that ain't shit to me
Man, I need that bitch and that bitch need me
And I ain't even talkin' 'bout R-A-P
Them other lames be the same, them don't worry me, uh
Sit back, I spit that shit that
Get better than lick a veteran shit back
Cruisin', mic check, one-twosin'
If y'all not us, then that's why y'all losin'
Eight up, no time to wake up
No masquerade shit, boo, to make up
Just do it, put the hop into it
And when y'all lose it, don't blame the music, uh
Half y'all fell in love with a whore
The question is, if you don't love her, what you fuck her for, nigga?
She wanna know if we can be together
Man, even if it ain't gon' be forever
But it can only be for one night
The only thing I ever loved in my life was the mic
She wanna know if we can be together
Man, even if it ain't gon' be forever
But it can only be for one night
The only thing I ever loved in my life was the mic
Yeah, nigga, problem, dog, we mobbin'
The squad roll thicker than some hemoglobin
I scare y'all quicker than a mean ol' goblin
Ain't no bitch niggas, me and mine, we goes poppin', huh
We get started, ain't gon' be no stoppin'
You gon' jump, because it ain't gon' be no option
I'm totally contagious, Black Panther gauge
A language, Black Thought AKA Larry Davis, huh
Got rhymes runnin' off the pages
Tighter than the bushes with the Saudi Arabians
Darker than an oil well, sharp as a saber-toothed tiger
Glidin' on a straight-edge razor
Moonwalk talkin' on a two-way pager
To your main thing, gettin' me to Captain Save-A-
-I won't backslide, 'cause I'd be a failure
The mic gripped tight like it's my genitalia, huh
The hip Piyop, she ain't your D-I-Ap
All that and a banana Cognac
Pony head coat, my boots is ox, biatch
Black Ink back, turn me up another ni-atch, huh
She wanna know if we can be together
Man, even if it ain't gon' be forever
But it can only be for one night
The only thing I ever loved in my life was the mic
She wanna know if we can be together
Man, even if it ain't gon' be forever
But it can only be for one night
The only thing I ever loved in my life was the mic
Dunk Truck in this bitch again
I'm what a nigga is if he win in the game
I bring pain from the summer to spring
Spit game, lick a chick, make her leave with the gang
Wanna talk a little shit, I'll make you walk with a cane
Got 'em half-steppin' like they walked with Kane
Here I am, R-A-W, raw
Truglov, introducin' y'all
The way I slang things make your dame insane
I'm Superman, I Clark Kent the Lois Lane
I'm out for the paper, y'all out for the fame
There's five left in your fifteen minutes of fame
I ain't got no problems bringin' drama to y'all
You'll never score like a punter runnin' with the ball
I squeeze mics 'til the chords are sore
It's Truglov, the man and the myth signin' off, yo
She wanna know if we can be together
Man, even if it ain't gon' be forever
But it can only be for one night
The only thing I ever loved in my life was the mic
She wanna know if we can be together
Man, even if it ain't gon' be forever
But it can only be for one night
The only thing I ever loved in my life was the mic
Alright, uh, who should I make that check out to?
100 Grand payable to The Roots
Yes, they deserve to die, and I hope they burn in hell