Lyrical Breakdown of What Side You On - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What Side You On" 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 "What Side You On" 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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Give it up, give it up, give it up now Now in order for you to rock this You gotta go off the skinheads Through the feds, under the whack Over a fun attack And hit nothing but the bank It's overtime So the lyric they fear it when they hear it, the flow Hundred miles and runnin', get near it and go Check it out, go, be ready to go To the race, give the drummer the taste The bass is comin', comin', suckas runnin' from it Damn, why you call him the man? Here I am scram, never ran, never fight the black From Iraq or Iran, who bombed Japan? Blood on his hands, part of the plan He don't really believe in uh, God damn If it comes down to shuttin' them down I'm in the hood surrounded, tell 'em I'm grounded I'm on that psycho analytical tip if politics Sticks to the mix like tricks I'm one more time givin' time where the rhyme go Elite to the street, to the brothas doin' death row So where your heads at if the beat ain't fat? Say what What side you on? Say what What mothefuckin' side you on? Say what What side you on? Say what What mothefuckin' side you on? Say what What side you on? Say what What mothefuckin' side you on? C'mon and get some rattle-rattle, hiss and a hum Come can you get it on the one, c'mon Pick it up (pick it up) Pack it up (pack it up) To the black who be talkin' Where they at (where they at?) Wicked wild, feelin' irie, not sorry Get it, see it written down in a diary Some say damn all that political shit But wanna get paid when their brains in the low grade Nowhere to run, here we come, come, come Nowhere to run, here they come, come, come Nowhere to run, here we come, come, come C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Nowhere to run, here we come, come, come Nowhere to run, here they come, come, come Nowhere to run, here we come, come, come Nowhere to run, here they come Say what What side you on? Say what What mothefuckin' side you on? Say what What side you on? Say what What mothefuckin' side you on? Say what What side you on? Say what What mothefuckin' side you on? Say what What side you on? Say what What mothefuckin' side you on? I'm a fan first, I reverse another trick verse To the point where I can rock this funky joint In the brain game, I'm keepin' my head clear In thirty-three years so what, I never had a beer I don't know what I'm missin', I'm not dissin' But I know I ain't ass kissin', time to draw the line This time the rhyme got the good guy goin' gettin' the nine 'Cause I know the hoody got it good wit' the hitman Can I get a hitman, know I'm duckin' that quicksand The funky automatic, handlin' static Sellin' out, I ain't good at it and when I got bumbed I'm gonna open up, hit 'em up stoned to the bone But it ain't gotta be like that 'Cause a hood is for all, and that's that C'mon, we comin' C'mon, we comin' C'mon, we comin' C'mon, we comin' C'mon, we comin' C'mon, we comin' C'mon, we here Look out Say what What side you on? Say what What mothefuckin' side you on? Say what What side you on? Say what What mothefuckin' side you on? Say what What side you on? All in wit' the law, they fall in The great white hole where they be sellin' their soul Never get enough, they be talkin' that roughneck shit But when the cracker be comin' they quit Fuck that blood is thicker than water shit That shit is counterfeit, devil go where the shoe fit The black man's law is raw like Africa, you violate We're comin' after you Hit me up, went back to the hood y'all Nowhere to run, here they come, come, come Nowhere to run, here we come, come, come Nowhere to run, here they come, come, come Nowhere to run, here we come, come, come Nowhere to run, here they come, come, come Nowhere to run, here we come, come, come Got nowhere to run, here they come, come, come Nowhere to run, here we come, come, come Here they coming now We're here Say what Say what What side you on? Say what What side you on? Say what What side you on? Say what What side you on? Say what What side you on? Say what