Lyrical Breakdown of Bedlam - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bedlam" 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 "Bedlam" 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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It's gonna be Bedlam if we get 'em (the trigger is cocked, nowhere to flock)
It's gonna be Bedlam, word! Now scram! (Spread the word, act like you heard)
Huffed and he puffed, huffed and he puffed
Blew the house down, now how that sound?
Never no never
Give up gotta gotta live up to my name
Triple double in the rap game (yeah)
'Cause I ain't goin' niggatronic
Smart enough to know I ain't bionic
Wit' my main man Harry Not Connick
Rather rap my black ass off
Get you hooked on phonics
Good enough to know no endo (endo)
Through it out the window (window) along wit' tha Super Nintendo
I'm a strict daddy got that right, goddamn right
I have a good time, Dynomite
It's just that I don't talk
That same ol' crap (shit)
Papa's got a brand new bag fulla rap, look out
It's gonna be Bedlam if we get 'em (the trigger is cocked, nowhere to flock)
It's gonna be Bedlam if we get 'em (spread the word, act like you heard)
It's gonna be Bedlam if we get 'em (the glock is cocked, drop the drop)
It's gonna be Bedlam, word! Now scram! (Running out of time on the clock)
My main knick knack paddy wack
C'mon give a damn
Confrontational man is what I am is what I am
I'm tearin' down the house that Jack built
'Cause he killed whoever he wanted and hunted
And tax the backs of the environment macks
Who plan in the silence of the skams
A world that won't work no more, no more
Mother earth gets treated like a whore
The world don't work no more no more
The world won't work no more
It ain't gonna work no more no more
And it ain't gonna work no more
It's gonna be Bedlam if we get 'em (the trigger is cocked, nowhere to flock)
It's gonna be Bedlam if we get 'em (spread the word, act like you heard)
It's gonna be Bedlam if we get 'em (the glock is cocked, drop the drop)
It's gonna be Bedlam, word! Now scram! (Running out of time on the clock)
It's gonna be
It's gonna be
It's gonna be
It's gonna be
It's gonna be bedlam
It's gonna be
It's gonna be
It's gonna be
Toms to the left of me
Bombin' to the right
World good night
He got destruction in his appetite
On a platter a planet
To him it doesn't matter (what?)
3-2 at the plate
Up go the greedy batter (yeah)
Environmental alarm
To all not some
Good God
'Cause we don't get two of 'em
I was told that oil and water don't mix
But the new world order
Got a disorder
And so I diss
Cuss my disgust
If I must
One earth is the birth outta all of us
And so I diss after the math
Disaster wit' a European autograph, look out
It's gonna be Bedlam if we get 'em (the trigger is cocked, nowhere to flock)
It's gonna be Bedlam, word! Now scram! (Running out of time on the clock)
It's gonna be bedlam
It's gonna be
It's gonna be
It's gonna be
It's gonna be bedlam
Repent
Oh, no
Check the preacher what he spent
One way ticket to God to fix scars
Woman and man runnin' the land sea and air poor
Do we all go the way of the dinosaur? Or
To hell and back attack
The new clear fog got us sniffin' like
Atomic dogs
Pocket fulla pimp daddy moves
Put a code on a can
What a hell of a man, shootin'
Trigga pollution, planet prostitution
Uprootin' the third
We go to the way of the bird
Can't do whatcha want to the place
Don't waste my place
Where you from?
We only got one
It's gonna be Bedlam if we get 'em (the trigger is cocked, nowhere to flock)
It's gonna be Bedlam if we get 'em (spread the word act like you heard)
It's gonna be Bedlam if we get 'em (the glock is cocked, drop the drop)
It's gonna be Bedlam, word! Now scram! (Running out of time on the clock)
It's gonna be (Bedlam)
It's gonna be (Bedlam)
It's gonna be (I'm the alpha and omega)
It's gonna be (Bedlam)
It's gonna be (Bedlam)
It's gonna be Bedlam (Bedlam)
It's gonna be (Bedlam)
It's gonna be (Bedlam)
It's gonna be (Bedlam)
It's gonna be bedlam (Bedlam)
It's gonna be (Bedlam)