Lyrical Breakdown of "P" Is Still Free - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how KRS-One weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in ""P" Is Still Free" 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 KRS-One 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 KRS-One's narrative.

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Ah yeah, all ruffneck rudebwoy hold tight Just a little somethin' for the Jeep Turn my voice up a little bit, let's get this started Comin' to you live and direct from the 1986 version, comin' up to 1993 Of course, Premier on the beat, now check it out The girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah I said the girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah Ridin' one day in a '92 Beamer After seven years I seen Denise she still a skeezer But look what she did, she went and had a kid, no dad And just released her ass out the rehab You think she'd act like she don't know She's still a hoe but I'm checkin' my man for the show Hi, DJ KRS She tried to shake her butt, I rolled my window up She got pissed and said, "You ain't all that" And went and got some other girl schemin' for crack In my car, I couldn't hear what they spoke about I hit the accelerator and I was out I never check my man but I knew the plan Come to the jam MC's in there be thinkin' they Superman Sure enough, the place is packed with no breeze Crazy girls and wall to wall MC's I'm like a cat these MC's are Fancy Feast I'm thinkin' of rhymes but I'm interrupted by Denise She said, "Kris, I really need a favor, honey My girlfriend here really needs some quick money" I looked at her girlfriend and her girlfriend was fly But I ain't stupid, she had that look in her eye I touched her back, she said, "Denise has he got the crack? Is he the one? I gotta run back and feed my son" I said, "How old is your son?" She said, "Three months" I walked away but my man cold bust her fronts So she pulled out a gun and shot him in the party Except for the MC's, I knew everybody She tried to let off a shot, one more time But got stomped so bad, she turned to whine No one could find Denise for several weeks You know the time on this '93 beat The girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah I said the girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah I knew a group that had a dope lead singer Swinger, single guy, that knew his style was fly After the show he was tired sweaty and kinda sloppy But of course, a million girls are in the lobby He saw a group of girls hangin' out and lookin' good So he took one to his room because he knew he could Inside the room he said, "Make love to me and never stop" She said, "Sure, but how's about a crack rock?" I knew my man down the hall had it all So he called, down the hall but homeboy wasn't there at all He turned to the girl and said, "My man ain't there" So she let down her hair, unzipped his pants down right there Oral sex in effect or rather deep throat But just before he came she bit his dick and slit his throat As he fell back dizzy, he began to choke She took his wallet and said, "You ain't broke" The girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah I said the girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Yes, Premier you know you rule hip-hop An' yes, Ced Gee you know you run hip-hop An' yes, Kenny bwoy you run hip-hop An' but KRS-One'll rock it non-stop When I'm in Brooklyn, we rulin' hip-hop When I'm in Jersey, we runnin' hip-hop Over in Brazil yes, we rulin' hip-hop Over in Germany, we rulin' hip-hop But in New York, we rulin' y'all tonight badda-bye-bye-bye In New York, we rulin' y'all tonight We come to rock you whether you black or you white 'Cause KRS-One, you know I'm never frank, come catch the style The girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah I said the girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah Boogie Down Productions Boogie Down Productions Boogie Down Productions Boogie Down Productions Boogie Down Productions