Lyrical Breakdown of So Watcha Gonna Do Now? - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "So Watcha Gonna Do Now?" 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 "So Watcha Gonna Do Now?" 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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Talkin' that drive-by shit Everybody talkin' that gangsta shit Talkin' that drive-by shit Everybody talking that gangsta shit Slaves to the rhythm of the master Buck boom buck, another neighborhood disaster Drummer hit me one A gun is a gun is a motherfuckin' gun But an organized side keep a sellout nigga on the run What you gonna do to get paid? Step on the rest of the hood 'til the drug raid See you runnin' like roaches Black gangstas need track coaches The white law set you up raw When you have his trust in killin' us Talkin' that gat talk, walkin' that catwalk Talkin' that gat talk, walkin' that catwalk Where you tryin' to go with that? Don't even go there with that rap Guns, drugs, and money, all you know how So what'cha gonna do now? I'm 'bout ready to bounce Trouble on the corner of Blunt Ave and 40 ounce Mad uncivilized lifestyles 30 years bids for kids, now that's wild I'm raisin my child, I'm steppin' to the curb With a sign, "Do not disturb!" Too much don't give a fuck or a damn thing But choose what the other man bring I sing a song 'cause I see wrong Ya goddamn right I'm not down with the "Fee Fi Fo" where I come from See, the brothers ain't dumb Sense goes over nonsense When it makes no sense, I'm throwin' up the fence Now ask yourself cool What good is the hood if ya actin' a fool? So whatcha gon' do now? So whatcha gon' do? So whatcha gon' do now? So whatcha gon' do? Talkin' that gat talk, walkin' that catwalk Talkin' that gat talk, walkin' that catwalk Where you tryin' to go with that? Don't even go there with that rap Guns, drugs, and money, all you know how So what'cha gonna do now? "The only good nigga is a dead nigga" That's what they used to say (what they used to say) Can't understand why a man gotta use a trigger on his own Supposed to act grown Cracker in the back Watch a brother pull a trigger on another brother (damn) Couldn't shoot and shot a mother Four kids alone home Ungrown and now they on they own Talkin' that gangsta shit Everybody talkin' that drive-by shit Talkin' that gangsta shit Everybody talking that drive by shit So whatcha gon' do now? So whatcha gon' do? So whatcha gon' do now? So whatcha gon' do?