Lyrical Breakdown of Black Hand Side - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Black Hand Side" 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 "Black Hand Side" 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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Great Pharoahe Monch yo
Yessir, what up P
Great styles be the ghost
Open the door let me in
Teach us all, preach us in, turn the cheek, let it slide
Give me five on the black hand slide
Black hand slide ohh oh oh,
Black hand slide, Black hand slide ohh oh oh, Black hand slide
Give me five on the black hand side
Tell you what I see through the black mans eyes
Look like shit in a cadillac a black man rise
But every different day a different black man dies
Shorty momma trippin' off a crack mans high
Now he watchin tv lovin tha bad guy
You know, pit bull watchin the welfair check
You know he african, cause he aint gettin healthier yet
Now he put down his knapsack, got a crack pack
You don't know if it's there if your vision aint abstract
We in the projects, a lot of us lab rats
Voted for Obama, hoping he wouldn't have that
Now I can tell you that I felt it
I still remember how a cell smell
Still remember how the pigs at
Family crying up on the? I couldn't have that
Open the door, and teach u all
Pass the blunt around hope that it reach us all
Now give me five on the black hand side
Ghost of Pharoahe Monch watch the black man rise
Open the door let me in
Teach us all, preach us in, turn the cheek, let it slide
Give me five on the black hand slide
Pharaohs and navajo chiefs, the way you makin' it rain /
But? for a stripper with emotional pain/
You wouldn't despite system nourishment for the brain/
Cause brain, seed, plus soil equals food for the brain/
My hood talkin nigga keep it simple n plain/
To let me explain the game break it
down n cutting the levels like tetris/
He shining his skill, a young blood for a necklace/
Leave slumped over the wheel of you're Lexus/
Smoke kush, wake up, and eat breakfast/
What tha fuck ya expect, a generation overly obsessed with mobsters/
I revolutionary swarm grammys and oscars, imposters/
Fake oras and weak shakas/
Makin a mockery of the music that BIG Pop stars/
And they say I'm a saint/
Cause I see the remains of the whips-n-chains/
In my hood were it aint all good, /
Peep the pain of a single mother she struggling/
Young child slang, give me five on the black hand slide/
Lets maintain like the soul train/
And keep it moving together, I'm sayin/
Open the door let me in
Teach us all, preach us in, turn the cheek, let it slide
Give me five on the black hand slide
The black hand slide