Lyrical Breakdown of Welcome To The Terrordome - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Welcome To The Terrordome" 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 "Welcome To The Terrordome" 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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In a time when we're spending billions of dollars in a war to control oil in Iraq 3000 soldiers have come home in coffins Hundreds of thousands of Iraq civilians have lost their lives Our brothers and sisters in New Orleans are left homeless and hungry They murdered Sean Bell They murdered Amadou Diallo They murdered Timothy Stansbury And it's time to say no more! No more! No more! No more! No more! I got so much trouble on my mind, refuse to lose Here's your ticket (uh), hear the drummer get wicked The crew to you to push the back to black Attack so I sat and japped, then slapped the Mac Now I'm ready to mike it (huh) Hear my favoritism roll "Oh" Never be a brother like to go solo Lazer, anastasia, maze ya Ways to blaze your brain and train ya The way I'm livin, forgiven, what I'm givin up X on the flex (hear me now) I don't know about later As for now I know how to avoid the paranoid Man I've had it up to here Gear I wear got 'em goin in fear Rhetoric said, it read just a bit ago Not quittin, it signed the hard rhymer Work to keep from gettin jerked Changin some ways, to way back in the better days Raw metaphysically bold, never follow the code Still dropped a load Never question what I am, God knows 'Cause it's comin from the heart What I got better get some (um hum) Hustler of culture Snakebitten, been spit in the face But the rhymes keep fittin Respects been givin, how's ya livin? Now I can't protect a pad off the defect Check the record of reckon An intentional wreck Played off as some intellect Made the call, took the fall, broke the laws Not my fault that they're fallin off Known as fair square, throughout my years So I growl at the livin foul Black to the bone my home is your home So welcome to the Terrordome Come on down (get down) You can get it, get it, get it, get it Come on down You can get it, get it, get it, get it Get down You can get it, get it, get it, get it There's a hole in an apple, an apple has been rotten Scheme like a clan, I plan like Bin Laden Supreme, screen writer, slit, script editor Drop the LP, many hit like Nesbula 7 years later, it's the year of the Gods United States government is just the facade The Catholic church got ties with the Mob I see it all like "The Wizard of Oz" Now there's a yellowbrick road, the fame which is yours If you only had a brain, you would know who you are Poison your ventilation, cut your education Secret information, world domination Take over reservations Trigger the energies in the oceans for tsunmais to control the population Eyes of the sky, hit an observation If your over 65 we'll take over your medication Like give me that (give me that), form a line (form a line) Go to war (go to war), press rewind 'Cause when I get mad, I put it down on the pad Give you somethin that you never had Controllin, fear of high rollin God bless your soul and keep livin Black to the bone, my home is your home Well welcome to the Terrordome Come on down (get down) Get it, get it, get it, get it Come on down Get it, get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it