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