Lyrical Breakdown of War At 33 1/3 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "War At 33 1/3" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Public Enemy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "War At 33 1/3" 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 Public Enemy 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 Public Enemy's narrative.

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Yo, move on 'em

Grab his soul and get the black mind back

(They just hope that he'll never wake up

Because they never wanna meet him on the battlefield)

War at 33 and a third

Haven't you heard

I got quick and clever

At the level of a scientist

With this list my fist pumps chumps

And don't miss

Sorry majority grudgin' against the enemy

And any other nigger wit an attitude see

And any other rapper whose a brother

Who try to speak to one another

Gets smothered by the other kind

No so divine so I heard it thru the grapevine

Sent the feds out to get mine

Time yo-yo to go bronco in 90-91

Laughin' while they're searchin' for my 98

Accelerate the race from the chase

Looka my face

It ain't hate but they don't want a debate

To take great

Can I live my life without 'em treatin'

Every brother like me like we're holdin'

A knife alright time to smack uncle sam

Don't give a damn, look at the flag

My bloods a flood

Without credit

Black and close to the edit

I fed it, you read it, just remember who said it

If you challenge them in theology

Don't challenge their political thinking

Don't challenge them in education

Don't challenge them in science

For that breaks the mold, that they are not used to

War at 33 and a third not really live

I rather do it at 45

Went west in the quest for my intelligence

Climbed a fence took a teacher on

Ain't seen him since, hence he winced

And convinced that the black

Was back revolving to a renaissance

Bronze to gold I told felt bold

Taught a so called teacher our role

In civilizin' the whole globe

Banned unplanned as I said

I don't break down religion why?

There ain't a smidgen for a pigeon

Nature for bird, dog, worm or lion

So my question to man is

So why the lyin'

God's law I saw is natural factual

Only man creates a waste

Defiance in his haste

Based on scheme a scam

From some mastermind damn if we read it

And we see it and still be blind

No need to search a fake church

Evangelical, huster

Anglo taxin' to muscle ya

Check I wreck you guess yes

All the bullshit, yeah, now that's progress