Lyrical Breakdown of House Of The Rising Son - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "House Of The Rising Son" 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 "House Of The Rising Son" 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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May I rise, may I rise to speak to this game
Ashamed that I invited this devil
To rise to a living level, speakin' to the kind of
Refined knowledge to define evil
I speak no evil, I hear no evil
I see no equal to this fellownated madness
Sad at this mess, sad at this mess, sad at this mess
Look around what do you see?
Can you see what I can see?
Hard to live without weed
Catching Hell without heed
Phenomenons phenomns and prodigys
Twenty thousand maniacs just gotta be
Human highlight flicks, they wanna be
Hobbies turned to robberies, they killin' me
The gun didn't know I was loaded
Devil attempts to get heroes railroaded
Stole the ball from lost souls
For whom the final bell toles
Confused with Moses in street clothes
He suppose he the one with the corn rows
Blessed to do this outside J
Do you know the way to the ABA
One on one, it's just begun
Come to the house of the rising son
One on one, it's just begun
Come to the house of the rising son
Now one of these programmed cats
Just off the black, is where the shot clock at
Don't back me if I come, with milky raps
Smack me if I rhyme on silky tracks
Takes a nation to get back
Mike, sometimes the opposite of watcha like
I'm tired of the taps within
Sometimes your brain's your cell prisons the skin you in
Gettin' change beyond the point blank range
Combined with the cross it's gettin' over strange
Here comes the son
But who's gonna stop the rain?
It's just begun and gets some done
Got to beat the man, it's the house, son
One on one, it's just begun
Come to the house of the rising son
One on one, it's just begun
Come to the house of the rising son
May I rise, may I rise to speak to this game
Ashamed that I invited this devil
To rise to a living level, speakin' to the kind of
Refined knowledge to define evil
I speak no evil, I hear no evil
I see no equal to this fellownated madness
Sad at this mess, sad at this mess, sad at this mess
One on one, it's just begun
Come to the house of the rising son
One on one, it's just begun
Come to the house of the rising son
Just begun, just begun, just begun, just begun