Lyrical Breakdown of What They Want - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Inspectah Deck weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "What They Want" 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 Inspectah Deck 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 Inspectah Deck's narrative.

This lyrical analysis of "What They Want" not only celebrates Inspectah Deck's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!

(Intro: Inspectah Deck) Pop in peace. Once again I gotta rise from the dead Like the prophecy has been fulfilled or something So be it. (Inspectah Deck) I know the code, I'm a capital G., still surviving lowkey Brain shifting, pitching out of the V Bottom line, you got a problem with me, my name pop in the V's Fuck a watch that got property deeds I don't talk, won't spot me with D's You can spot me at the spot, with the next top model from Queens East side six rider, won't stop at the freeze Where them, coppers'll squeeze and them boppers is G's Where it's regular to serve the curb, when I splurge the word Now break bread, break birds in thirds Whose y'all I never heard y'all herbs, never burnt ya herb I run circles, all you work y'all nerves I'm a legend watch me work my swerve, on the verge to surge You understand it, if you learn the words, it go (Chorus: Inspectah Deck) This is what they want, son, mansions and yachts For a taste of it, the'll off ya top, aiyo This is what they want, son, big dreams and CREAM Bitches ride like the Scream Machine This is what they want, son, but they fail to get Cuz the radio don't play this shit, yo This is what they want, son, real talk on wax Nevermind bout who did the track, man (Inspectah Deck) This is that get low, blow your 'dro, sip ya hypno' Three miles an hour, NARC style in ya whip slow Big city glow, I rest where the semi's blow And sleep with a piece, the streets won't let me go So, I'mma rep, til I'm dead, in my physical No, I'm not Biggie Smalls, I ain't 'ready to die' Or ready with the infered, his head's ready for I Live from the mosh pit, they black, cheddar his eye It gets like that, when you grinding in the pits like that The overtime, never quit type cat Stay low, posting up like Shaq Catch me stepping in the crisp, uniform like Max in white cap I'm back, so true to myself, I shine black Like that, then I get you more for nine flat I-N-S, House Gang on the plate, I buy that, like You cross me, and ah, nine's clap, and (Chorus)