Lyrical Breakdown of Catch The Thrown (Feat. Large Professor & Cormega) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Public Enemy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Catch The Thrown (Feat. Large Professor & Cormega)" 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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Chorus: What you reap is what you sow And what you keep is what you owe And what the people want to know Is who's gonna test the throne? What you got is what they want And what they see they say they need And people bleeding from the greed Now who's gonna cast the thrown? Thrown at, thrown under Throw to the side, thrown up the... So we're throwing down Thrown under the bus dragging on the ground Power to the people saluting the underground Against those staying in mansions Spitting down at us from up the higher ground See the people, fight the power, face the poor But that one percent, they shut the door In God we trust all money, this is slap in the face To the rest of the whole human race! Post racial... haste Change your name, but you can't change race n the United States People say they're kings, some say they're queens If we all gonna eat, what does it all mean? We watch and listen, but I leave it alone But who's gonna catch the thrown? Chorus: Divide and conquer, the oldest trick in the game Is the war between the people who are really the same As the rich get richer, the poor get bitchie The people keep kissing, the feds don't listen This recession seen a black depression Situation in a nation heading for desperation No quarter back is sat on a couch Inside the black America is ouch! Government don't love you and President's executions End up looking like some final solution Murder is the institution backed up and hacked up By some hand written constitution. Do what you do! Buddhist, Christian, Hindu, Muslim and Hebrew You're all what you do, I'll be seeing human beings that stew Yet never have so many but screwed up some few! We watch the kings and queens and what they owe But who's gonna catch the thrown? (There's a man going round, taking names) This system was designed to incriminate Genocide was designed to eliminate Equality is a myth! They had me in jail for a crime I didn't even commit! The stereotype They feel every color is inferior, right? Brothers who resist I consider a threat From Sitting Bull to Malcolm X In the land of free and suspect elections John Kennedy had the mob connections President Reagan sold guns to Iraq Yet they're trying to say the criminals are all black! What's up with these corrupt politicians? Them drugs they be shipping, but they never go to prison And a fucked up system that they never tried to bag me Fuck Zimmerman, guilty, clearly! Chorus: Cast the thrown, you gotta test the fire Is that the one per cent that you need, you got to occupy Catch the thrown, I gotta test the fire Is that the one per cent that you want? You gotta occupy! (There's a man going round, taking names) Free the mind, prisoners They ain't listening F the po-po, but who dat whistling? Foes making the killing Juxtaposed against those giving a living Give me something, cause musicians be official Is the need to feed replaced by the greed I ain't trying to yell at you or sell at you The BS they already told to you End up being sold to you Did I mention? The cheapest price is to pay attention Now the chess is just being at your best With that you can hold your own Fuck! Who's gonna catch the thrown? Chorus: