Lyrical Breakdown of Who Stole The Soul? - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Who Stole The Soul?" 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 "Who Stole The Soul?" 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.
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Once again, this is it

Turn it up

Here we go

But this time the rhyme

Gonna ask who did the crime

Then let's get down to the nitty-gritty

Like I wanna know who

Picked Wilson's pocket

Afth, he rocket it

Fact, he shocked it

Same kinna thing they threw at James

An what did to Redd was a shame

The the Black get

The bigger the feds want

A piece of that ... booty

Intentional rape system, like we ain't

Payed enough in this bitch, that's why I dissed them

I learned we earned, got no concern

Instead we burned so where the hell is our return?

Plain and simp the system's a pimp

But I refuse to be a ho

Who stole the soul?

Ain't, no, different

Than in South Africa

Over here they'll go after ya to steal your soul

Like over there they stole our gold

Yo they say the Black don't know how to act

'Cause we're waitin' for the big payback

But we know it'll never come

That's why I say come and get some

Why when the Black move it, Jack move out

Come to stay Jack moves away

Ain't we all people?

How the hell can a color be no good for a neighborhood

Help, straighten me out

'Cause my tribe gets a funny vibe

They I'm wrong for singin' a song

Without solutions

All the dancers answer questions

And try to be the best and...

Let everybody know before I blow

For the sake of what's right

I wanna know who stole the soul?

We choose to use their ways

And holidays notice some of them are heller days

Invented bye those who never repented

For the sins within that killed my kin

But that's all right

I try do what a brother does

But I'll never know if you're my cuz

That's why I try my best to unite

And damn the rest if they don't like it

Banned from many arenas

Word from the motherland

Has anybody seen her

Jack was nimble, Jack was quick

Got a question for Jack ask him

40 acres and a mule Jack

Where is it why'd you try to fool the Black

It wasn't you, but you pledge allegiance

To the red, white, and blue

Sucker that stole the soul!