Lyrical Breakdown of Streets on Fire - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lupe Fiasco weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Streets on Fire" 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 Lupe Fiasco 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 Lupe Fiasco's narrative.

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Tonight, tonight, tonight The stars are aligned and the pain is collidin' And the pain is arrivin' and she's up there smilin' And the fear is applauded of the sky are the wall Of the pain rules are gone with no children tomorrow They're drivin' me crazy this war is my lady Who bought all our babies do not hear the amazin' The tick of the time of the slip of the rhyme Of the pimp and the rise of your fall and you'll find the tickin' Death is on the tip of her tongue And dangers at the tip of her fingers Streets are on fire tonight Death is on the tip of her tongue And dangers at the tip of her fingers Streets are on fire tonight Disease the virus is spreadin' in all directions No safe zone, no cure and no protection No sense of survivin' or signs of an infection No vaccines remedies and no corrections Quarantines the dreams and cut off our connections Don't let 'em in not a friend not a reflection Everybody's got it and want you to have it next and Don't accept 'em if you wanna stay that's an exception Appeal, the heal the I'll of this Sickness some are still in doubt of it's existence Some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance Some say it's an exit and some say it's an entrance The poor say, The rich have the cure? The rich say, The poor aren't the source? Revolutionaries say,? It's psychological war Invented by the press just to have somethin' to proper? Some say the first case came from a maternity war Some say 'em all, some say the skies, some say the floor Hoes say the nuns, nuns say the hoes And everybody is sure The scientists said, It only infects the mind? The little boy said, It only infects the girls? The preacher man said, It's gonna kill off the soul? A bum said, It's gonna kill whole wide world? Death is on the tip of her tongue And dangers at the tip of her fingers Streets are on fire tonight Death is on the tip of her tongue And dangers at the tip of her fingers Streets are on fire tonight Believe some say the neon signs Might allow speakers repeatin' and everythin' is fine A subtle silence to demolish the troubled conscious Of a compass with no knowledge and every freedom denied Every dream is designed and broadcasted From the masters to the masses from the antennas on top of the trine As far as the receivin' planet during a panic is shorted It reports back everythin' in your mind Everythin' is lyin', everythin' is dyin' Everythin' is a rule, everythin' is a crime Everythin' was healed and everythin' rewinds And new weather burn a feathers off everything's line And she likes it and she loves it The savage, the madness, the bad shit The lavish, the fastness, to clashes the ashes To ashes everythin' in to twine My fend fatal my darlin' fongolin' angel Once caught her changin' her batteries in her halo Receipt for her wings and everythin' that she paid for And the address to the factory where they made those The scientist says, She all inside mind? The little boy said, "What happened to all the girls?" The preacher man says, She gonna kill off the souls? The dope boy said, It's the whole wide world? Death is on the tip of her tongue And dangers at the tip of her fingers Streets are on fire tonight Death is on the tip of her tongue And dangers at the tip of her fingers Streets are on fire tonight