Lyrical Breakdown of Rapid Eye Movement - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rapid Eye Movement" 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 "Rapid Eye Movement" 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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feat. Black Thought It's not latin, or white, or black music It's that cooked up coke, crack music Black Thought and Pharoahe, the rap duet It's that lucid rapid eye movement My think tank's like a piranha tank think, multiple bites figure Mega, reality, tera, giga Grand Theft Auto, modern day Mickey and Mallory Small But I'm sick enough to walk into an art gallery and piss on a Picasso Crack statues, rub my balls on her face, shit on it, and throw it at you So when the beat intensifies I become emotionally desensitized Like, once I slapped a rapper with mace Then I spit acid in his face, after he rinsed his eyes, no wait I actually grew five times my size grabbed mace by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him Now that's practicing sacrilegious activism Attack is for battle, and practical rap with wisdom Actually, it's pragmatic capitalism for actors that crack under pressure and collapse when I get 'em Monch is medicinal man made medical marijuana With a phase plasma rifle like I'm searchin' for Sarah Conner And shorty's got brains, shorty not playin' I'm 40 blocks I'm a killa with 40 watt range With an arrangement of bullets that I've arranged Encrypted in scriptures specific individual names That shall remain anonymous Me and the ammunition's in a relationship that's monogamous It's like I'm married to the silencer Until I file for divorce and release my ex-calibers Do art with your arteries, place that for my adversaries Put your snap back cap back, cap your capillaries like Woefully twice as magnifying as ever hearing Chewbacca scream Through a megaphone with the significance of Dr. King Philanthropic Cause I'm trying to see man united without referencing UK soccer teams My philosophy prophecy, the opposite of Mephistopheles I incited isosceles(?) Sent to Earth to warn of environmental atrocities, and nobody can copy me Stop, it's not possible but probable that it's only philosophical mockery, strange Change copper to gold, switch properties, bang! Stay on top of the globe, flip monopolies, aim Take stock in the soul, spit properly Take stock in the soul, spit properly That extended clip on my hip sits awkwardly I'm diabolical, follicle triggers that I cock and squeeze Sending shots to ancient Greece to pop Socrates I bear arms like button-downs without the sleeves Manic depressive and possessive like apostrophes My psychiatrist waive the doctor fees When I wave the pistol and say listen quick, watchin' me so I can breathe National Association for the Advancement Of drugs for performance enhancement And it's tough taking so many chances But I've been a bad seed from the womb, they call me ovary cancer And I got an ugly heart, although I'm totally handsome And I take the love of your life and hold her for ransom And my tactical cam (?) that never stood for any national anthems Was hood, I am the actual answer And I'll prove it Black attire, rapid fire, rapid eye movement I'm from a species that is higher, I am not human Extraterrestrial alien, a monster killer a (?) chillin' In a barrel of lobster Ex-Slave sadomasochist that gave the mass of my ass to kiss A dyin' breed, I'm the last of this Black is as miraculous as Jesus of Nazareth When I vocalize the crowd rise like Lazarus It's the Rhode Scholar, my cold collar piss off Peter Your hoes holla, he's on top of the bars Meet a Mr. Globe Trotter in my Adidas Pure cheetah, hoppin' out of this exotic European 4 seater Hollerin' cheeba cheeba like I'm park side Killin' is the dark side Villain, I'm God, I'm Godzilla Sometimes I'm Bob Dylan put blood on these tracks, for real So, God-willin' you'll feel what I'm spillin' Yeah, I never quit, I'm still syndicatin' up Me and Pharoahe Monch, still here for the benefit of us This is straight razor behavior, I never get enough Get the picture, my militia gettin' ignorant as fuck Yea, it's suicide murder Straight from the underground through the fiber optics Pharoahe, Black Thought, complete the cypher The movement outlandish