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

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What Is the Law" 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 Is the Law" 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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(Pharoahe Monch) Officer Frank Pagliarule, heh Shit I hate spics and moolies On the trains they be actin insane and unruly It's the "Planet of the Apes" These gorillas be blastin they tapes out of they cars like a cinematic movie Respondin, to a domestic dispute, the culprit a younger monkey who went ape-shit and decided to shoot his older brother in the brain His baby's mother couldn't refrain keepin sex out the family name And that keeps me smilin like racial profilin Forever nigga pilin inside Riker's Island New York's most violent, black wall of silence react with black talons when wolfpacks are wylin For a white cat, gotta admit I can rap-ta-tat-tat my nightstick, on the top of your cap My blackjack you'll be swallowin for protestin and hollerin The policy is quality of life and zero tolerance (Chorus) What is the law? Know you heard this before We find contraband in your car, we breakin your jaw What is the law? Nigga, mathematics for sure If they walkin in packs of four, they tryin to score For any - drug bust or cocaine that's raw better believe we takin our twenty percent at the door What is the law? Wolfpacks, movin on all fours I'm flawless with weaponry, mentally ready for war (What is the law?. What is the.) (Pharoahe Monch) Any formalities in the case of police brutality I've escaped on finer details and minor technicalities Here's a verbal medley of deadly force used Readily abused in that old Ku Kluk pedigree You better be heavily armed, forever we ready your song Steadily ready to move and bomb I'm like - Hercules, when I work my knees It's a - search and seize that'll hurt indeed God bless when the bullets hit the chest you'll backflip SWAT - Special Weapons And Tactics; theatrics hot on your block we lock down all shenanigans When we roll you stand stiff like mannequins Take the position for broomstick penetration (uh) Legal under the Mayor's new administration YOU - better forever have your identification I broke the mold for holds that cause asphyxiation (Chorus)