Lyrical Breakdown of What I Feel - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What I Feel" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Talib Kweli weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "What I Feel" 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 Talib Kweli 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 Talib Kweli's narrative.

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Black man aint allowed a moment of weakness The crew aint got no room for those who flee when the beef hit Cause they don't want no beef like people who only eat fish You get the third degree like my society secret N***ers run so much we spend a grip on them sneakers I'd rather stand and fight there's no respect for the meek shit I'm trying to get this cheese like a pizza that's deep dish The sensitive shit you can keep it. what I feel All through the night and for when it's right, as long as it's tight It'll demand to get performed on the mic And hopefully become a song that you like, and it probably will Cause what I spit is what so real, it's based on what I feel All I did was take a lil moment, homie I'm giving you notice Last days that they predicted upon us N***ers stick it to be sitting on corners, n***ers do what you will It's your life, it really don't matter what I feel When I pick up the mic, and spit what I write Go and sign myself so I can give you a sight Into this tunnel of this court doing quarter to life Until the end you finally see the light What I feel Don't matter trying to get what you need When you gotta cut yourself just to see if you bleed You need the pain in your life, Without the pain you can't tell if it's real It's a hell of a deal This is what I feel All throughout my heart and my soul Affect my memory like an actor before the start of a role I represent my community and part of a whole Pop your balloon mindstate, it make it harder to blow You in the front row trying to diss, you make it part of the show The right fist will make you part of the flow No question I'm the answer for this, I'm harder than a n***er with a cancerous prostate tryin to pimp I got the real version of lyrics that you tryin to kick Yeah I'm crossing n***ers out, like what im writin to spit But on the flip son, everything im writing is hits Like the stick of green canabis that we twist then we stick to our lips End your carreer with a flick of my wrist, death stroke with the pen Then I'm flipping the bitch Do what I want, whenever I want, never gunna front Give it to you whether you want it or not When I pick up the mic, and spit what I write Go and sign myself so I can give you a sight Into this tunnel of this court doing quarter to life Until the end you finally see the light What I feel Don't matter trying to get what you need When you gotta cut yourself just to see if you bleed You need the pain in your life, Without the pain you can't tell if it's real It's a hell of a deal This is what I feel Everybody's a critic, people be hating even talking under their breath They got me hotter than mating season This hater nation but the nature of the hate is changing Like the government deciding who's our faviorite nation You know it aint them hations Or anybody we call terrorist, even if the world hate americans Our foreign policy destroy they country properly, we demostrate our power To stimulate our economy New york is my city Sort of like vice city Up all night, to to sky, pink like white titties Making the classic rthym, I'm having visions And when I attack the track you get dwarfed like sado-masichism Send the voice of activism now n***ers aint eating like ghandi Defeating the british with pacifism And the people love it, see what I mean haters I got my love like radio rahim When I pick up the mic, and spit what I write Go and sign myself so I can give you a sight Into this tunnel of this court doing quarter to life Until the end you finally see the light What I feel Don't matter trying to get what you need When you gotta cut yourself just to see if you bleed You need the pain in your life, Without the pain you can't tell if it's real It's a hell of a deal This is what I feel