Lyrical Breakdown of Desire - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Pharoahe Monch feat. Showtyme weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Desire" 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 Pharoahe Monch feat. Showtyme 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 Pharoahe Monch feat. Showtyme's narrative.

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(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Said it's my desire, yes it, yeah Yes it, yes it is, oh yeah, yeah Comprehend the guidelines My chest out chinchilla All relaxed on the sidelines I'm so famous, understand New York City respects my game like Joe Namath And I protect my name like your anus In prison y'all don't hear me, y'all don't listen Y'all just wanna shine, y'all just wanna glisten Floss, knowing that the soul is still missing (Who am I?) I am the poetical pastor Slave to a label but I own my masters Still get it popping without Artist And Repertoire 'Cause march is a monarch only minus the A&R When my brain excels, your train derails Pop shit, make you feel 'The Clipse' like Pharell You will feel me You will admire (My) Struggle (My) Hustle (My) Soul, desire Oh, said it's my desire, yes it, yeah (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Said it's my desire, yeah My book is a ovary, the pages I lust to turn My pen's the penis, when I write the ink's the sperm Desire, the fire that ignites, the torch to burn This is not rocket science, this easy to learn My mic's the gavel when I talk courts adjourned Respect, even if you were ashes you couldn't earn I embody antibiotics, you are infected with germs Rap's fatally ill, please stick to the serum Players, pick turns to play, get burned I color commentate the game like chick perms This is the moment of truth for my opponents and liars Talk is alone invoke the emotion of black choirs Fire, you don't wanna get burned like Rich Pryor Move back, who's that, there, the live wire You will feel me You will admire (My) Struggle (My) Hustle (My) Soul, desire Said, it's my desire, yes it, yeah Yes, my desire, people should keep fighting My passion, my fire Yes, my desire, people should keep fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Yes, my desire, people should keep fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Yes, my desire, people should keep fighting (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)