Lyrical Breakdown of Trilogy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Trilogy" 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 "Trilogy" 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 now pronounce you husband and wife You may now kiss the bride Cops comin', shots fired Babies cry, I cry Wishin' I, could change what This is just my life God Why is my wife bleeding? Sheet cover her face, paramedics are leaving Behind her clothes it's apparent she's not breathing I'm a little confused about what it is I'm seeing Plus there's a naked man on my lawn Police in the living room with all of their guns drawn Out, and the last thing I remember is Uh, last thing I remember is I received a text page from Julio who expressed that I left my cell-phone in the studio Right underneath the disc with the Pro Tools Next to a six-pack of O'Douls and some soul food Yeah and I was on my way home Exit the expressway to use the payphone But fuck it 'cause my wife isn't back from her trip I sneak into the house 'cause she'll never expect it Except He put the gun in my hand Told me go take my revenge Killing him won't make it go away It's only gon' bring more pain I tied his hands behind his back to the night-stand fast Ropes made bruises on his light-skinned ass "See, I can play games too" Yeah, that's what I told him when he came to Now look, see what the game and the fame do? Made a deranged mind out of someone in your same crew Fuck man, we grew up together Run-DMC, tougher than leather with the same outfits Forty-deuce, takin' flicks like Why did you fuck my wife, man? You shoulda took my life man I switched the gun into my right hand The sweat accumulated on his forehead I saw red, he said... Now was it worth it man? Was it everything you imagined, was it perfect? Took you to be my lawfully wedded wife To have, to hold, to love, to cherish but Death till us part What a coincidence Now perhaps the police will be convinced that it was an accident If I'm accurate and careful with the evidence This mother fucker says passing up my residence And to believe those vile set a precedence From the start it should've been obvious it never did Prevalent, the wicked debauchery and decadence Was carried out with such masterful excellence And this is just where you rip my heart It was natural to transform murder into art And the weight of my conscience would knowingly carry Three-sixty-five days to the date that we was married Thoughts that I would achieve the murder would vary We're closer than ever Together we'll be buried cause Evil eyes that bide How they go you so Why do we What do they see? I just lost control Had to let you go I cry 'cause slowly we try So slowly we die Buried alive in the grave Too exhausted to climb out Before dirt was tossed on me Come to find out No friend of mine, she sleeping with committed the crime In the past three years, switched identities six times And all the while I'm devoted to love and loyalty They plotted on my publishing checks and royalties She's thinking its true love He's scamming her for the quop Got in order to devise my own intuitive plot Put the prose on him Launched the probe on him Now harm him, pen him, get him exactly where I wanted him Cornered him, now his mission is aborted You are about to be professionally extorted Guess we all 'bout to murder tonight Miss pretty brown eyes while she sleeps under the moonlight Do it and bounce The keys to the crib you'll find under the mat in the front of the house Just do it, what out