Lyrical Breakdown of The Next Shit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Next Shit" 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 "The Next Shit" 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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[Busta Rhymes] Yea yea yea yea yea yea We bout to introduce the next millennium rap now Pharoahe Monch (yea yea yea), Busta Rhymes (uh huh uh huh) That'll bang your head shit (right right yea yea yea) What you talkin' about yea [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch Busta Rhymes] [Pharoahe Monch] The next millennium rap now everybody listen Condition yourself to be knocked out of commission Watch out! Cause this is a new world transmission Permission to shine now our time to glisten [Pharoahe Monch and Busta Rhymes] The next shit (x16) [Pharoahe Monch] Yo yo yo, I scatter data that'll hammer niggas' catamaran then, Around yaks cop figures like not stranded The last batter to hit, blast shattered your hit Smash any splitter or fastball, that'll be it Didn't figure the ridiculous flow will hit vigorously Triggerin' a rigorous amount of energy That'll be definitely needed defeat a foe who retreated Back, see no need to repeated it Permission to shine, stop this and rewind that Back, listen and find Pharoahe Monch, the rhymes phat You run up on him without a gun I run up on 'em Excel 'em, sell 'em verbally never seen me comin' [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Yo Busta Rhymes, the imperial lyrical you heard Kill like the one syllable word The criminal of the lyrical killin' you pitiful Niggas, leavin' you in a critical, destroyin' ya mineral Back when I was scramblin' in front of the deli Live on a celly, which was in a street rippin' on shiny for really Now every milli-second I try to reckon with niggas for jackin' Like they really thuggin' I ain't even checkin' How niggas could try to act like they really them