Lyrical Breakdown of From Here To New York - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "From Here To New York" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Too Short weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "From Here To New York" 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 Too Short 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 Too Short's narrative.

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How many rhymes does it take to reach from here to New York? One (one, one) From here to New York Everybody's talking about sir Too $hort And its all not good 'cause some talk bad Sucker emcees wanna make me mad But I don't stop rapping and they don't seem To really understand just what I mean You a sucker emcee and worst of all Sucker emcees don't stand too tall I could spit you a rap then you'd hear A rhyme so fresh everyday of the year I could spit my rap straight to you Sucker emcee and your whole crew Everytime you said, "I was what you wanted" You never even knew you soon be fronted By an emcee rappers like me And giving no slack to you sucker emcees I laugh in your face and then might slap The same damn face i was laughing at 'Cause sucker emcees don't know the tip And your going to pay for everything you dip Trying to front Too $hort, you need to quit Rappers like me won't even trip So if don't recognize fronting your gear If it's you against short you will never win 'Cause I'll stand here and won't stop rhyming Until I see you don't stop crying Or I won't stop that's what you heard 'Cause you keep listening to my word Every word I say comes loud and clear Out of my mouth straight to your ear And I just don't stop once I start I take a sucker emcee and just tear them apart Like this With a rap like this I could be on the mic Spitting my rap to you all dang night Just give me a break before you get broke You couldn't be saved by John the Pope 'Cause you sucker emcees don't see the light But you all want to see $hort rock the mic And when you find out that I don't quit I'm rapping to the beat like super slick Talking about you, sucker what do you want? Do You want to take a chance and try to front Too $hort baby here I stand From here to New York, known to jam I'm not one of those suckers that play rap songs Trying to Make words to sing along I'm fresh yeah, fresh as hell So damn fresh I know the deal I'm from Oakland, California the big O-town Too $hort, Too $hort I'm so down And would my whips down fresh I don't play From here to New York emcees will say I'm Too S-H-O-R-T spitting my rap to you sucker emcees 'Cause like I said, "Its time to pay" For everything you said and everything you say Trying to front too hard, you need to quit Rappers like me won't even trip See I knew you didn't knew what you stepped into When you front on a rapper like Playboy Too Everytime I rhyme, people love my rap And you sucker emcees can't deal with that You Just faker than fake you want me to be Just like you but soon you'll see Too $hort I never drag when I ride, oh no I don't And losing to a sucker you know I won't But you keep on fronting, you so slick All your homeboys made you wanna rap against me Now your homeboys standing there looking laughing 'Cause you went against $hort and broke you in half Like that, I didn't give you a break I put you on the mic now they know you a fake Then I got on the mic, look at me now Too $hort baby from the Oakland town Not hard to believe but one more time I'm proving to a sucker that short can rhyme And I know he knows Too $hort can 'Cause the boy ain't nothing but one of my fans Wanna be like me so damn bad The impossible dream all you emcees have If you really don't know who's the best Too $hort baby from the wild wild west All the way from here to New York Everybody's talking about Sir Too $hort 'Cause the way I rap like a home run hitter Knocking out suckers 'cause I'm so much better At rapping so what could it be Give me a mic and a beat and you'll soon see I'm to cool sir Too $hort Turing everything out from here to New York So remember my name and I be back On the mic all night just spitting my rap But the true blue king, never been crowned I'm so fresh I could never be clowned And its just like that until the end of time So you better wake up on the West coast rhyme