Lyrical Breakdown of What It Is - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What It Is" 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 "What It Is" 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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As we move forward towards the new millennium We will no longer communicate with vocal inflections It will be necessary to communicate through telekinesis We will open your mind and concentrate harder Focus, focus, focus, focus Hey brother, what it is [Verse 1:] Raps like Star Wars Only the stars die, it's no sequels B-3 cases, C3P0's Before Morpheus and Neo was killing 'em We was duckin' roulettes in the hood like Remo Williams Understand an underground bomb-cipritate Get serious or die laughing like John Ritter Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good Breathe easy, relax Mac like Fleetwood Keep snoring Keep sleeping, I'll keep touring Come back, lay in the cut like Neosporin Came out of the fallopian blastin' Pharoahe hungrier than Ethiopians fastin' Flies all in my teeth, stomach stickin' out Niggas want dibs on the weed but ain't kickin' out See this is not American Idol This is me tryin' to eat, human survival Spit at your favorite rapper, take his title Stick needles in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no longer vital This ain't that I'm not them These ain't those rhymes, I'm not him This is more like cocaine all night Shine like the new five halogen fog-lights No More like sunshine One line in your mind to remind you of when you were nine Before you were bustin' cherries it wasn't necessary to grind them Now we all on our grizzly And you got the nerve to press Frisbees What it is "What it is" [Verse 2:] If I'm not home on the range Catch me at the range, practicing my aim Gat you in your brain, shame They thought I was backpacks Slept, didn't know that he kept inside the knapsack Today's niggas do skate-by-hits Run in your crib on some Queer Eye for the Straight Guy shit But not homosexuals they master in gunplay Rearrange your furniture, fix your feng shui They be swearin' it's cute But a B up in the glovebox, cutter in the boot With the sex appeal, and no ice either To fight the bear arms, I'm not talkin' wifebeaters either When they see me they say "That's that nigga" My last name should be "That's that nigga" Sounds kinda nice, "Pharoahe that's that..." Never catch me with them plastic cat fast niggas With the flow that's so influential Niggas fucked up they get no instrumentals now Next time you spittin' on mine Bet your bottom dollar you be spittin' over rhymes What it is "What it is"