Lyrical Breakdown of Shine - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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In my heart and in my mind I'm gon' win and you'll come You tell me to wait, give me a sign And I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine Look, man, do not get my block pissed, we'll blast your brain Two hundred-thousand dollar whips and chains Crooked cops, crips, crack, cocaine Tupac, Chris, I'm still feelin' the pain Seven year old girl shot and slain What does it all mean, we're goin' insane? In this struggle, stress, mayhem and panic Where I'm from, we do not eat organic Talk about it You see my mama cannot afford Whole Foods She break fast with a prayer, call it soul food Where I come from, let it breath Where I come from no one runs when funds run low in lump sums We choose the dum-dum, dum bullets, dun dun We livin' humdrum in the slums where scum conceal stun guns The word's mum for fun, son Conundrums ain't pretty In this cesspool called New York Shitty I call it that 'cause it smells like shit Walk around hunched-back or you might get hit I knew a nigger sold crack to his moms The same mother fucker sold crack to his kids Lookin' like 300 comin' back from his bid Like, "Pharoahe, let's get this money for real" In my heart and in my mind I'm gon' win and you'll come You tell me to wait, give me a sign And I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine He said, "Pharoahe, let's get this money up, what the fuck? What you need me to holler at Steve Rifkind? Let him escape from New York like Snake Plissken? I told you from the gate that you needed more marketing And these major labels is not listenin'" Stood in a B-boy stance, teeth glistenin' From the gold in his mouth, summer breeze was whistling I contemplated my retort, eyes fixed in On a crucifix around his neck, I guess he was Christian Just then the police siren, it pitched into the sound Track to the hood so I spoke with conviction Spoke as if I was 6'10", thick skin Put a little bass in my voice like pitch bend 'Cause where I come from, where I come from We all come from sky, moon, stars, the earth and sun Multiple skin tones, the blood is one The pen is the ammo to my automatic, I bring to fruition What I write to get me out of the slums And I'mma shine, shine, shine, shine Shine like the sun, the world is mine Each line is speech designed to transcend time And reach the unborn and transform your mind And I'mma shine, shine In my heart and in my mind I'm gon' win and you'll come You tell me to wait, give me a sign And I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine Now, New York, if you're in the house If you're turnin' it out without a doubt You know what I'm talkin' about Just scream and shout and everybody say Shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine Now Detroit with the funky beats Gettin' wild on the street, see the mark of the beast Say fuck the police, what up, X? Shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine Chi-town, with the funky sound Soul by the pound just get on down What the fuck do you want? What the fuck do you want? Say shine shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine West coast, side with the most Holdin' your toast, brag and boast What [Incomprehensible], what the hoe? Everybody heard, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine Uh, uh, dirty, uh, uh, dirty Uh, uh, dirty, uh, uh, dirty Uh, uh, dirty, uh, uh, dirty Uh, uh, uh, I say, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine