Lyrical Breakdown of Who Protects Us From You - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Boogie Down Productions weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Who Protects Us From You" 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Boogie Down Productions's narrative.

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Verse (Fy-ah! Come down fas'...) You were put here to protect us But who protects us from you? Every time you say "That's illegal" Doesn't mean that that's true (Uh-huh) Your authority's never questioned No-one questions you If I hit you I'll be killed But you hit me? I can sue (Order! Order!) Lookin' through my history book I've watched you as you grew Killin' blacks and callin' it the law (Bo! Bo! Bo!) And worshipping Jesus too There was a time when a black man Couldn't be down wit' your crew (Can I have a job please?) Now you want all the help you can get Scared? Well ain't that true (You goddamn right) You were put here to protect us But who protects us from you? Or should I say, who are you protecting? The rich? the poor? Who? It seems that when you walk the ghetto You walk wit' your own point of view (Look at that gold chain) You judge a man by the car he drives Or if his hat match his shoe (Yo, you lookin' kinda fresh) Well, back in the days of Sherlock Holmes A man was judged by a clue Now he's judged by if he's Spanish, Black, Italian or Jew So do not kick my door down and tie me up While my wife cooks the stew (You're under arrest!) Cos you were put here to protect us But who protects us from you? (A public service announcement brought to you by the scientists of Boogie Down Productions. Fy-ah! Come again...)