Lyrical Breakdown of Who Tells Your Story - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Who Tells Your Story" 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 "Who Tells Your Story" 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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Will they tell your story? This is the story of a Who lives who dies who tells your story (Da-da-da-dum da-da-da-dum da-da-da-dum) This is the story of a Who lives who dies who tells your story My mind flashes, I see the asses of the masters Who test the masses, I ask if I'll ever be one When I die, will heaven be done? What will my legend become? I will forever be young Through old tales of breakdancing down at [Odell's?] Streets named after me is where my soul dwells Desires of a church choir, Trinity United I think of good memories that Hennessy provided Memories divided by perception Will it be water for chocolate or resurrection? The path to perfection is rarely achieved I head in that direction, I dream and believe An underground dude that overachieve From the windy city I was blowing they eaves Somewhere along the way I aired out MCs (Who lives who dies who tells your story) But to stand out some days you may freeze Degrees Who lives And who dies Who holds on to all our lives Time and time and time again Will they tell your story in the end (Who lives who dies who tells your story?) Yo, the anticipation arose as time froze The black men in the morgue were John Does Lynched for whistling at blond-oes I said a prayer with my eyes closed As I loaded the [Roscoe's?] at the sink, yo I been a bullet on the brink But being a young king Probably different than you think, though The quills that I dip into the ink go to document And you'll remember me when I'm extinct Yo, sing the carol at a young pharaoh Who slew Leviathan with one arrow As I revolve through the gun barrel just to watch it unravel I tell them have heart, must travel Keep my legacy alive even if I don't survive 'til the curtain call First of all, realize what we working towards Fuck around, find what we searching for (Who lives who dies who tells your story?) The earth, my name written in cursive on Who lives And who dies Who holds on to all our lives Time and time and time again Will they tell your story in the end (Who lives who dies who tells your story?) Who lives And who dies Who holds on to our lives? Time and time and time again Will they tell your story in the end? (Who lives who dies who tells your story?) Frozen in time, I can't let it go Nat Cole, Unforgettable The pedestal I'm on, I'mma end up on the Federal Reserve note your money with a hip hop quote I might change legislation with some shit that I wrote From boats that we came on to lights with our name on Through hard times, we spark minds to keep the flame on I write hard rhymes like I'm running out of time Truthfully, my stop watch is one with the divine Centuries from now, they'll play my freestyle And say, this is the brilliance of a Black American child Endowed by the streets, and [the Chi?] proud Known to move in silence, but can be loud The noise of beat girls and boys Building to destroy the perception of urban aggression My life is [?], set a course for the oppressors A chorus, my story is the glory of the lord Who lives (who lives) And who dies (who dies) Who holds on to all our lives? Time and time and time again Will they tell your story in the end? (Who lives who dies who tells your story?)