Lyrical Breakdown of Rhymes & Ammo - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rhymes & Ammo" 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 "Rhymes & Ammo" 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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'Cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo For all y'all folks who were hopin' and wishin' and I can assault, tryin'a take my position Stop wishin', and sit yourself back and listen to A'yo, 'cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo For all y'all folks who were hopin' and wishin' and I can assault, tryin'a take my position Stop wishin', and sit your ass back A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up Pump that (Shit up) Pump that (Shit up) When I say stand up, y'all say get up Stand up (Get Up) Stand up (Get Up) When I say rise up, y'all say now Rise up (Now) Rise up (Now) When I say lick a shot, say blaow Lick a shot (Blaow) Lick a shot (Blaow) A'yo everybody on they jawns, cartoons is hardcore porn It ain't no afterschool paper routes and movin' lawns Kids got backpacks full of yayo and heron Coming to school shootin' up the auditorium Yo its anthrax maniacs on the TV The least of y'all worries should be thought's CD The chairman of the board coppin' twice weekly They done caught the minister with a pork BLT If my shit ain't hot, it probly try to drive me Psyhce, its somethin' I can never let myself see Can't see, I'm thorough-bread, nothin' fancy The maker, no matter what the circumstance be Its the principle, pillowcase full of nickel Smacked like I'm, leave him crippled Keep talkin' greasey, I'm a big lip you A'yo your man'll can get slid with you You and the squad takin' to galoshes I hold the engineer for hostage and spit from a dirty cartridge Its L for whoever try to front on Thought's shit I'm sendin' them goons to your mom's apartment A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up Pump that (Shit up) Pump that (Shit up) When I say stand up, y'all say get up Stand up (Get Up) Stand up (Get Up) When I say rise up, y'all say now Rise up (Now) Rise up (Now) When I say lick a shot, say blaow Lick a shot (Blaow) Lick a shot (Blaow) A'yo I'm dancin' on the edge of insanity And rhymin' like its the end of humanity Still people from the old neighborhood can't stand to see me Turn around and tell girls we like family What up with all that, jokin', and collamity Behind the laughter they thinkin about jammin' me But they don't know, I got somethin' for them But I ain't with that negative vibe, so fuck all that I've earned alot from this game, and sacrificed more Stand here a new man, but I'm still the old boy They claimin' they sell but I'm still the old boss Sometimes wings get clipped, we all hit the floor But today though, its Black Thought, Kweli and Raw You can be sure that we got our eyes on y'all Watchin' different artists rise and fall Mother fuckers jumpin' ship like we came to rob at y'all A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up Pump that (Shit up) Pump that (Shit up) When I say stand up, y'all say get up Stand up (Get Up) Stand up (Get Up) When I say rise up, y'all say now Rise up (Now) Rise up (Now) When I say lick a shot, say blaow Lick a shot (Blaow) Lick a shot (Blaow) Kweli, sittin' back in the cut like Reese In a constant peace, call me fantastic like I cut the grease Baracudas movin' and canoein sippin' amaretto I'm a ruler of my temple, what I do to instrumentals Instrumentals is the development of these niggas mentals Tears in your eyes like this moment is sentimental Your fundamentally floored, philosophically bored Disturbed like the eighth floor of your hospital ward You've got to appoint niggas to raise the bar Muslims praise Allah, Christians praise the God, Rastas, they say Jah They find a way to rhyme with the pallet like fine wine And make you say ah, guess who's back? The game needed improvement Can't fit the bullshit no more, you sound stupid I'm a shark in the water with constant movement Influenced by music since a truant yo, this is how we do it yo A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up Pump that (Shit up) Pump that (Shit up) When I say stand up, y'all say get up Stand up (Get Up) Stand up (Get Up) When I say rise up, y'all say now Rise up (Now) Rise up (Now) When I say lick a shot, say blaow Lick a shot (Blaow) Lick a shot (Blaow) A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up Pump that (Shit up) Pump that (Shit up) When I say stand up, y'all say get up Stand up (Get Up) Stand up (Get Up) When I say rise up, y'all say now Rise up (Now) Rise up (Now) When I say lick a shot, say blaow Lick a shot (Blaow) Lick a shot (Blaow)