Lyrical Breakdown of Free - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Free" 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 "Free" 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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I'm x10 I'm Free! Free! Free! (Hook) You can take my ways, shackle and chain me Back straight, standin' tall, child of God I'm (Free!) Spit in my face, hold me down I keep my feet firm to the ground cause I'm (Free!) (Verse 1) Ya A&R's the house nigga, the label is the plantation Now switch that advance for your emancipation You seeds in the field, like picked cotton for real I pop glocks like Beat street with an option to kill They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet For the king of the city, sing songs of back streets Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat Only to trade niggas like professional athletes They'll take that merchandising Snatch that publishing Pack that black ass, ship you to London Buy a way to France, Germany, Dublin A real rogue from underground like Harriet Tubman While y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets They'll be bubblin' on mixed CDs, hustlin' Klan seen me on the block and said, "Freeze!" I said, "Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm Free!" (Hook) Ok... (Verse 2) I give birth to verses in churches with no confession So please pardon my postpartum depression A-list MCs can spit it in C-sections For immature minds to get it with each lesson Three Fifth's of a man ask nigga with no plans, "How you discussin' publishing figures without a? Man.?" They got digital codes on the music for them to scan So even when you sample a snare you payin' the clan Now Google Pharoahe Monch, search "trescadecaphobia" (triskaidekaphobia") I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia' I peeped the future in my sleep To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?) Cause i believe they put the virus in the latex Condoms that they sell us, call it "Safe Sex" When i spit, they not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix But an errorless, terror threat that they aint even face yet (Hook)