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