Lyrical Breakdown of Filthy America - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Lox weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Filthy America" 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 The Lox 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 The Lox's narrative.

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Good morning, your honor The first case is the United States versus Sean Jacobs AKA Sheek Louch AKA Silverback gorilla AKA Donnie G Our records indicate he's being charged with an 848 and a 926C Yo, your honor, listen A father figure to a lot of these niggas, your honor I learnt to swim with the sharks in a school of piranhas Smoke marijauna, even bagged it up in pounds I made money, packed guns, yeah, I held my grounds Bullets ring, I don't know how we made it this far A skinny nigga too, I got up on the pull-up bar Niggas dying over who fucked who Some broke ass bitch with a fat ass made beef in ya crew I went to see niggas in jail when I had nothing to do I got a call to grab my burner when I was sick with the flu I gave my soul to this music, hood love it, big labels abuse it Honestly I'm still learning how to use it I gave to charity, I flew niggas around for free For my kids, think about that when you sentence me Your honor The verdict is in We find Mr. Jacobs guilty Sentenced to life Send him to D Block, get him out my courtroom Our next case, your honor United States versus David Style AKA Ghost AKA the Phantom AKA Pinero He's being charged with an 848 and a 922G David Styles, do you have anything to say for yourself? Imma plead guilty But before I do, your honor You and the D suck a dick 'cause yo filthy White America be killing Black America Jail system slavery, how's that America? Drugs in the hood and you're poisoning the food School system suck and it's hard to get a job And poverty put niggas in a really bad mood Call me a menace but I could've been a dentist So I wish I had the pump at Donald Trump's Apprentice Bill was half black but middle finger to the Clinton 'Cause niggas still lie, fuck that, yeah I'm venting That's my word, I've been frightened for a bird to catch a judge or a DA Make them bite the curb and And then remove their nerves or their bones or their ligaments Tie 'em to the pipe and get a knife and start digging in So, your honor, if you wanna hear my thoughts Fuck you and the DA and this whole fucking court We've come to the conclusion, the verdict is in David Styles: guilty You don't have respect for humanity You're a menace to society We sentence you to death row Get him out my courtroom also Get outta here Our next case, your honor, Is United States versus Jason Phillips AKA Jadakiss AKA Al-Qaeda Jada AKA Top Five Dead or Alive Being charged with an 848 and a 924C Jason Phillips, do you have anything you could possibly say for yourself? Your honor I already paid my dues to society Allegedly, I sold drugs, huge variety Had to feed the ones I love, that's a priority No matter the verdict, they'll forever be a part of me You would much rather see me laying on the gurney 18 holes of golf and play with my attorney The system is designed to burn me, not learn me My arresting officer is related to Mark Fuhrman Throw the noose up on the tree, that's how they do here I ain't see a black nigga get acquitted that came through here And I ain't do fear So all I ask the court is that they move me to a new jail, every two years Either way you looking, it'll finish This is just a bunch of paragraphs in my mentions So what you want, forgiveness? Nah, I ain't looking for forgiveness All I give a fuck about is if the Yankees win the Pennant Let's get it The verdict is in We find Jason Phillips guilty Sentenced to two life sentences with no possibility of parole We're going to make sure you never see the streets again, sir