Lyrical Breakdown of 31 Stoned Is the Way of the Walk (reprise) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "31 Stoned Is the Way of the Walk (reprise)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Cypress Hill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "31 Stoned Is the Way of the Walk (reprise)" 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 Cypress Hill 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 Cypress Hill's narrative.

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I pledge allegiance to the bag of marijuana Made in Mexico Speaking for the legalization of marijuana (inside Brazil) (Move with the blunt) (Now there's some bad weed) Who freaks the funk when the niggas wanna hit the blunts And feel the effects of the skunk Ain't no clue to what's in my trunk When ya wanna step up, and get done like the punk Passin' lumps with my hand on the pump for protection Follow my direction Ya caught up, in the complex, listen Now I roll a joint as I make the fat point Yo we ain't criminals, just the gangsta originals But the pigs won't leave me alone They tryin' to snatch up the green home-grown, marricon Can ya gettcha own rate like I'm throwin' Fortify this beaka and stone Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Now there is the way of the walk (inside Brazil) Now there is the way of the walk (inside Brazil) Now there is the way of the walk (inside Brazil) Now there is the way of the walk (inside Brazil) Let I get a sip of the vino You smart, ok though I'll smack ya ass like my name was Al Pacino Who knows? We know Like Fenny Babarino Holey Toledo, run shit like the Gambino 'Cause I want the funk and you know I'm gonna get it Just like Armaggetin', son ya gonna be sweatin' I got'cha runnin', hidin', it's the doobie pirate Can ya hear the sirens, I'm gonna be arrivin' Don't touch the dial, Mr. denile I go the extra mile to stepp on ya like tile 'Cause we, funk the ultimate flow like coligan If we're in the 60's we'de rock the Ed Sullivan Now on Soul trian and like John Cultry I got the doobie bass swingin' like a gold chain Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk Stoned is the way of the walk