Lyrical Breakdown of Arizona (Ball Of Confusion) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Arizona (Ball Of Confusion)" 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 "Arizona (Ball Of Confusion)" 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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Hey Down for him Down for him Down for him Hold up, check it out Just wave your hands in the air Wave 'em like you just don't care Say, yeah (Yeah) Say, yeah Yo, yo, yo Rock that shit, Chuck (fuck that) The world is in a ball of confusion The world is in a ball of confusion I'ma set this one out I'm countin' down to the day deservin', fittin' for a king I'm waitin' for the time when I can get to Arizona 'Cause my money is spent for the goddamn rent Neither party is mine, not the jackass or the elephant 20,000 niggy-niggy brothers in the corner Of the cell block, but they come from California Population's none but the desert and sun With a gun cracker runnin' things under his thumb Starin' hard at the postcards, isn't it oddly unique Seein' people smile wide in the heat? 120 degree, 'cause I want to be free What's a smilin' face when the whole state's racist? Why I want a holiday? (Damn it, 'cause I wanna) So what if I celebrate it standin' on the corner? I ain't drinkin' no 40, thinkin' time with a nine 'Til we get some land, call me the trigger man Lookin' for the governor (huh) He ain't lovin' ya (ha) I'm here to trouble ya, he's rubbin' ya wrong Get the point and come along, he can get to the joint I urinated on the stage while I was kickin' this song Yeah, he appear to be fair The sucker over there, he tryin' to keep it yesteryear, the good ol' days The same old ways that kept us dyin' Yes, you, me, myself, and I, indeed What he need is a nosebleed Read between the lines and then you see the lie Political plan, but understand, that's all she wrote When we see the real side that hide behind the vote And they can't understand why he the man I'm singin' about a king They don't like it when I decide to mic it (Wait) I'm waitin' for the day For the man, who demands respect 'cause he was great, come on I'm on a war mission to get a politician to honor Or he's a goner by the time I get to (Arizona) By The time By (Arizona) The time By (Arizona) The time By the time I get to Arizona We gonna fight the power in this motherfucker We gon' tear the roof off this motherfucker