Lyrical Breakdown of Work (ft Alechia James) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Work (ft Alechia James)" 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 "Work (ft Alechia James)" 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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Yeah, come on, uh
Come on, yeah, come on, word, come on, word
Yo, yo, you're rockin' with the number one
Best, no umpha contest, ha, yo, come on
Yo, yo, you're rockin' with the number one
Best, no umpha contest, ha, yo, uh
Word, come on, word with me, yo
Spec-Tate, Huxbuck, '05 your net weight
The kick drum of this'll cave in your chest plate
It ain't just lines and hooks and fresh bait
Yo, the bait hook, lines at y'all to congregate
Waitin' to taste Philly's own fully blown
Rock stone trooper, son, to the bone, the bone
Y'all done, stumbled upon the computer code
Too raw for you to hold, too much to download
It's funny how the murder shit can sound beautiful
We all Judas soul serious bait, we on some ol' talk
For the hustlin' beats that get sold
Move like your body got a mind of it's own
Yo, I bang like them shiest niggas out in the cold
That'll snatch niggas up right outside of they home
Yet and still it's all a quality song
We read G's and Alicia, please, yo, everybody can zone
Because, it just ain't real without Roots crew in it
To black people gettin' money, keep doin' it
And to whoever'll front, you know what you could get, uh
Fuck outta here with that stupid shit, yo
As time goes on, one thing is true (Said it's one thing)
Soul music thrills you, it becomes a part of you
It controls your mind, but you allow it
'Cause it feels right (Come on)
You want action, you attracted to the bass, bass
Yo, I get stopped on the street a lot, people recognize me
Talkin', stalkin', walkin' right behind me
Some of them are genuine fans, some are slimy
Some is comin' at me like, "I'm ill, nigga, sign me"
Baitin' me, I'm waitin' for y'all to rhyme finely
Ask them to spit, they shit be like Tommy
Nothin' I can taste or feel
Type style up inside the studio contaminate the real
See, y'all make big mistakes for real
I tried to tell 'em and clones
You can't shine from the next man's skill
I got style, have sex appeal, and have trife
My voice like a soul nigga on the bagpipes
Before we got on stage and got things hype
You was boorin' the crowd, performin' the last rites
Now, let me show you how the shit's done
It's Black Thought and Questlove on the drum
He the big one, and you about to be the victim
'Cause Mar Dog murkin' with the hammer, thirsty to hit some'n
It ain't nothin' but rhymes and ammunition
For all y'all dopes with hopes and ambitions
Of knockin' me off or try to take my position
Stop wishin' and sit your ass back and listen to the
Yo, rockin' with the number one
Best, no umpha contest, ha, yo, come on
As time goes on, one thing is true (Said it's one thing)
Soul music thrills you, it becomes a part of you
It controls your mind, but you allow it
'Cause it feels right (Come on)
You want action, you attracted to the bass, bass
Yo, yo, I want action, black cherry Cadillac traction
Smash it up, you won't know what the fuck happened
Thug, you light on the thug and heavy on the passion
In South Philly, son, it's heavy gun traffic
Yo, I got seven joints, every one a classic
Sound, down for the long stretch like elastic
Catch this, if I'm in a box, tell 'em blast the shot
My thing is pro-hip-hop, and pro-blackness
The whole block got straps and throw back, but yo
Sometimes it just contribute to the madness
We live around wild hazards, the bass like a magnet
And grown-ass kids, they wanna have it
They heart's pumpin' overactive
In front of they eyes, it's so elaborate
Ghetto mellow-dramatic, yo
I lift it up and come through in the clutch
What, y'all came here to do it or what?
I keep tellin' you that, it just ain't real without Roots crew in it
The black people gettin' money, keep doin' it
And to whoever'll front, you know what you could get, uh
Fuck outta here with that stupid shit
Rockin' with the number one
Best, no umpha contest, ha, yo
As time goes on, one thing is true (Said it's one thing)
Soul music thrills you, it becomes a part of you (It got you, you)
It controls your mind, but you allow it
'Cause it feels right (Uh)
You want action, you attracted to the bass, bass (Come on)
My soul, said, my soul, said, my soul, said, my soul
Feel me, feel me
I'm bad, let you feel me
Now, baby, for soul, for soul, for soul
Said, I'm dyin' with soul, for soul, oh
As time goes on, one thing is true (Said it's one thing)
Soul music thrills you, it becomes a part of you (Oh)
It controls your mind, but you allow it
'Cause it feels right
You want action, you attracted to the bass, bass