Lyrical Breakdown of Pull Up the People - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how M.I.A. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Pull Up the People" 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 M.I.A. 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 M.I.A.'s narrative.

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M M I I A A M I M M I I A A M I M M I I A A M I A Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the poor, pull up the poor That's the M.I.A. thang I've got the bombs to make you blow I got the beats to make you bang [X2] Yeah, we got God and we got you Every day thinking about how we get through Everything I own is on I.O.U. But I'm here bringing you Something new You no like the people, they no like you Then they go and set it off With a big boom Every gun in a battle is a Son and daughter too So why you wanna talk about Who done who? Why you wanna talk about That's the M.I.A. tang I've got the bombs to make you blow I got the beats to make you bang [X2] Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the people, pull up the poor Pull up the poor, pull up the poor I'm a fighter, fighter God I'm a soldier on that road I'm a fighter, a nice nice fighter I'm a soldier on that road Bring me the reaper Bring me the lawyer I'm a fighter, I'll take em on You treat me like a killer I ain't never hate ya. I'm a fighter, fighter God I'm a soldier on that road I'm a fighter, a nice nice fighter I'm a soldier on that road That's the M.I.A. thang I've got the bombs to make you blow I got the beats to make you bang bang bang That's the M.I.A. thang I've got the bombs to make you blow I got the beats to make you That's the M.I.A. thang I've got the bombs to make you blow I got the beats to make you bang bang bang That's the M.I.A. thang I've got the bombs to make you blow I got the beats to make you bang