Lyrical Breakdown of When The Gun Draws - Dirty - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "When The Gun Draws - Dirty" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Pharoahe Monch feat. Mr. Porter weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "When The Gun Draws - Dirty" 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 feat. Mr. Porter 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 feat. Mr. Porter's narrative.

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Something is wrong in this nation When a child can grab a guns Grab a gun so easily and shoot a bullet Into the middle of a child's face as my daughter experienced Something is wrong First the gun draws and you know that something's happening Then darkness falls and oh, your heart beats rapidly Be prepared because war is coming You can't be scared now when the streets is calling you Good evening, my name's Mr. Bullet I respond to the index when you pull it The trigger, so make a note, take a vote Quick man, nickname's Quaker Oates 'cause Whether domestic violence or coke deals See how less has changed, brain matter to oatmeal And when I kill kids, they say shame on me Who the fuck told you to put they names on me? White man made me venom to eliminate Especially when I'm in the hood, I never discriminate Just get in 'em, then I renovate Flesh, bone, ain't nothin' for me to penetrate And it can happen so swiftly One false move just might shift me If I'm in lodged then your soul's not claimed I will remind that ass when it's about to rain like First the gun draws and you know that something's happening Then darkness falls and oh, your heart beats rapidly Be prepared because war is coming You can't be scared now when the streets is calling you Would the new method of murder be arson or firebombs If the cost of a single bullet was more than the firearm? Strange that is, when all exits are final Point blank range that is My attitude is cold and callous Killed Kings in Tennessee, presidents in Dallas And if the past be known, at last we know What happened that afternoon on the Grassy Knoll It's what made a widow of Jackie O. The government hired Lee Harvey to blast me though Fatality shot entered from the right temple Was not fired from a six story window Can it be that it was all so simple But yet remains so painful to rekindle? I come through your city, I'm hot whether you're jiggy or not Whether your Biggie or 'Pac when the gun draws First the gun draws and you know that something's happening Then darkness falls and oh, your heart beats rapidly Be prepared because war is coming You can't be scared now when the streets is calling you, you, you