Lyrical Breakdown of Game Face - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Game Face" 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 "Game Face" 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 yo, Chuck, yo the world if sleepin', G We got to wake everybody up yo Hey yo, it's goin' down, baby Let everybody know how it's goin' down, baby The way this goes down is simple, from this day forth Anything to deal with rap, stay off It's just the players, no pay offs, strictly skills (uh) If you're brain's the same you'll stick to your deals And this field ain't about sellin' a mil' With the run of the mill, so just be tellin' the real It ain't like a third time fella's appeal 'Til the god scolds him and tells him to deal I'll allow you to write, maybe allow you to bite If you're down to fight the power here's the power to fight Overpower the mic, hit the crowd with the bomb diggy Ring the alarm, now the squads with me From way back I show now weakness when I speak this Mentally strong to keep this hit in my speeches given Now listen from the beginnin' 'til I reach the endin' My short stories winnin' and keep the beats spinnin' You know the name, P.E.! You know the game, P.E.! We ain't for the game We for the change I wake up everyday with my game face on You know the name, P.E.! You know the name, P.E.! Yeah we ain't for the fame We for the change I wake up everyday with my game face on Break harder than ever, follow my lead Through the fast lane in the game, they follow my speed Either ease off the gas or floor it You ain't ready to get it, I dunno why they keep askin' for it This the real P.E., ain't no castin' for it Cop lights, news camera, no action for it Get the uncut raw, we somewhat sure Hip hop's like a chess game, discussin' the war Strategize, move like masterminds When it's your go and your do', just cash mine Last time we welcomed y'all to the Terrordome Used the mic to reach out and touch, instead of the phone I appear from the rear, stayin' from clear Nobody can say if I'm here so they play it by ear But here's the way I lay the idea From this point on, the rest of '98, put it in high gear You know the name, P.E.! You know the game, P.E.! We ain't for the fame We for a change I wake up everyday with my game face on You know the name, P.E.! You know the game, P.E.! We ain't for the fame We for a change I wake up everyday with my game face on I saw it comin', premeditated world domination hesitated Rough this nuclear war head, detonate it I'm forbidden, so I stay hittin' up forgiven For givin' the livin' the truth, 360 proof So world look before this world's took I curl books under my arm Smoke charm and learn about this world's chucks Revelation the world cooks I spit gold versus the pearl hooks The first album made the world crooks Got 'em snatchin', robbin', thievin', stealin' ideas Believe in pleadin' reason for treason, conceal it for years My criminal sting attract an accomplice to grub something Results drastic measures And the death of joy, the death of casket treasure From the abyss, the greatest trick I played on the world Was leadin' them to believe my mother's clit didn't exist Then I extended the list Revolutioned every flag raised by a clenchin' fist Yeah that's right, once again Smooth the Hustler, and he ain't no crowd buster Straight up Iceberg Slim Yo, baby, you need to get with him Flava Flav, Chuck D, Public Enemy, Smooth the Hustle We out the backdoor, baby