Lyrical Breakdown of Baba - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Wyclef Jean weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Baba" 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 Wyclef Jean 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 Wyclef Jean's narrative.

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And I just took my DNA test Don Dada One hundred percent Nigerian Baba When you gonna learn-uh Can't frame a earner Came with the noose, I freed myself like Nat Turner Sucker free purge myself from the parasites Marcus Garvey likes on my Instagram, Garveyites Rebel tone born in the middle of the cyclone Revelation talker that's the beast with the 10 horns And I just took my DNA test Don Dada One hundred percent Nigerian Baba When you gonna learn-uh Can't frame a earner Came with the noose, I freed myself like Nat Turner Though we rumble in the jungle when we fightin' dark forces We Olympians like Ali when we lighting up the torches Seen the projects turn haunted when I head the fiends scream Too much candy man, candy man, candy man he OD'd You would get tempted too if the devil came up to you Tell you pick a boo, pick a boo here's a crib out in Malibu P-p-pilot is ready to take off, the rocket is ready to launch The farmers ready to pick up, gorilla's ready to stick up And I just took my DNA test Don Dada One hundred percent Nigerian Baba When you gonna learn-uh Can't frame a earner Came with the noose, I freed myself like Nat Turner Once upon a time in America (America) This Jersey boy lived on Utica (Utica) All my Zoes were down in Florida (Florida) General like Toussaint Louverture (Louverture) When Nancy Reagan told the hood say no to drugs (no to drugs) Aye, her hubby Ronald Reagan was the plug (was the plug) Patience is a virtue but not for consignment (nah) You would think it's Vietnam the way they dying (yeah) Only thing that remains is his remains (remains) You the only nigga clean in this card game (game) He got shot he ain't call the cops (cops) Mystery like Alfred Hitchcock (yeah) Boy back on the block, ah ra ra ra Little John started screaming Taking shots shots shots And I just took my DNA test Don Dada One hundred percent Nigerian Baba When you gonna learn-uh Can't frame a earner Came with the noose, I freed myself like Nat Turner Just took my DNA test Don Dada One hundred percent Nigerian Baba When you gonna learn-uh Can't frame a earner Came with the noose, I freed myself like Nat Turner Man this is deja-vu Homeroom! I'm back in school! Good morning class Good morning class Class, It's mourning time, good 'Cause in many hoods Where clavicles caress many hoods Metal detectors greet us before are teachers do Class, it's mourning time Because blood vessels burst more than gushers do And sweet, be the taste of survival When peace just tastes like denial What I mean is Every class must begin after twelve So there won't be any more mourning, good God wears a hood in this testament Heaven be the hood in this testament The first lesson is Class, you don't need a cap and gown To walk across the stage All you need is a mind, a body, a pen, and a page Ayo, that's all good, but How much you growin' the weed?