Lyrical Breakdown of Evolve - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Yes, how many gorillas who actually killas really rhyming

Artists that actually signed still killing

And when it comes to killing the mic

They not willing and I'm supposed to be shook

That's the shit that kill me

Take the bullet for Barack on the balcony and vanish

Extinguish the sun when I drew

Play pool with the planets

We are renegades, the movement outlandish

My shit straight from the soul

God damn it, it's the one time only

Vernacular original miraculous spectacular flow

Computer digital, I piss upon the pitiful

Ridicule the minuscule

Pharoahe Monch need to pump that ass like municipal

And listen to an enigma

The anomaly your momma nominated me phenomenal

I dominated without a 6-pack abdominal

You could get 19 put through that like Amadou

So what I'ma do is separate the false from the truest

You've amassed nothing trying to ball like U Mass

So phenomenal with mics I don't like myself

Sadomasochist MC, I bite myself but not cameo though

There's no Grammy to show for the love

That people hand me on the street, now over stand

Grade school mathematics examining thugs

They discuss bloods, crips, techs, jamming and drugs

I speak of world peace, war, famine, and flood

Watching Pan's Labrynth while I'm unraveling bud

Gambling on the next rapper to die in the hood

If God shall choose that artist to be me

Let one verse of a song be a reflection of a pedigree

Better than your back catalogue recipe

The legacy by which the entire world remembers me

Quote, do not edit me, let it be said, I'm top 5, all time alive

Or we know that's misstated and so overused

So here's a overview of why I'm 6 feet over you

And a million fans think this statement is so overdue

And pardon if it sounds a little wheezy

Not Wayne, motherfuckers I got asthma, it's not easy

Shotgun lyrical; cock back, squeeze me

Women case my anatomy, touch me, tease me

Please seize the moment in the struggle against Lucifer

Renegade 13, the Executioner, spit with a crucifix

So that you can expect the rant from Pharoahe Monch like Mucinex

Get used to it, get used to wisdom

Get used to usage of a backward euphemism