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"