Lyrical Breakdown of Haile Selassie Karate - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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[Chorus - Mr. Porter] I said I ain't gangsta even though I grew up in the hood I just wanna feed my people, so misunderstood Struggling (struggling), hustling (hustling), trying to make it right I just wanna spread the light to help us free our minds [Break] Well oh yeah, you are now in tune to www dot fuckthemmotherfuckersradio Where you will only hear racial shit [Verse 1 - Pharoahe Monch] E pluribus unum, all seeing eye, ocular exam The apocalypse, back by popular demand Innocuous but still leave a stage with blood in my hand for the populous Put a fist in the sky "Licensed to kill" italicized into my ID or "Rocky Illuminati" Haile Selassie Karate, John "The Beast" Mugabi King Jaffe in the lobby with the fur made of a lion The eye of hoarse mouths, I am vibrant Prominent constellations of Orion (whoa!) The reason why my stars are in alignment (uh) The renegade, Allahu Akbar, rock star Tossing homemade grenades, CD's at NYPD cop cars Just to get the revolution to pop off Fraudulent stock, funded with Louis Vuitton knock-offs Hijacking helicopters, detonate your metropolis While I'm in the cockpit, politicking like Stephanopoulos And my oesophagus is quite atomic when I vomit It's bioengineered urbanomics The formula: truth divided by innovative ebonics Times smooth lime, crushed ice and a splash of tonic Nigga my past lies are astronomic Smoking hash in a cathedral with Nostradamus At mass, discussing Martin Luther's "Free at Last" speech Step on my British Walkers get your ass beat [Chorus]