Lyrical Breakdown of The Street Pronounce Me Dead - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Street Pronounce Me Dead" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Wyclef Jean weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "The Street Pronounce Me Dead" 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 Wyclef Jean 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 Wyclef Jean's narrative.

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The return of the hip hop ammadeus Wyclef Toussaint St. Jean drama Streets prounounce me dead [x6] I tell em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead The reserucction of the dead... I could never get And if I ever die, all I do is ride The streets prounounce me dead Puttin 2 holes in my head At the funeral, I had more friends than the grateful dead Haters started talkin sayin I went left Akon took my spot will I am took my vest Started beatin on the coffin cause I could hear the crowd But they can't hear me cause lil' jon's preachin too loud That's when the bishop said last words for friends and family Then the fans stood up and said y'all forgot the fugees 50 million records sold straight from the basement How y'all gon tell me wyclef is irrelevant A rapper stood up and said yup I got amnesia Last time I remember him was gone til novemeber He said I don't spit no more all I do is sing songs Last time he felt me was when I rhymed with Big Pun That's ightt get the hate off ya chest You a rap con artist not a Kanye West (I AINT DEAD!) Streets prounounce me dead [x6] I tell em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead The reserruction of the dead... I could never get And if I ever die, all I do is ride I mean the streets say it's been a while since they heard me spit That I spit so hard my ghostwriter must be cannubis But far permit, this is how I started But my battle raps couldn't get me groceries from the super market So I found another target to aim at I went from food stamps to the black a mac's 8 track cassettes the cd's the ipod's Bmx bixes the hoopdies the hot rods And my swag come from nazareth How you gone say I'm dead when I rose like lazareth And this ain't mystic I ain't talkin voodoo We do carry spears like the zulu's So watch your mouth boy I ain't dead Fo' the city gon turn red, blood will shed So before you speak boy watch your tone Fo' my chrome gon turn you to a statue of stone (I AINT DEAD!) Streets prounounce me dead [x6] I tell em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead The reserruction of the dead... I could never get And if I ever die, all I do is ride They all got shocked when I rose from the coffin Dust my self off then headed out to new jerusalem Destroyed and rebuilt My voice sound like silk Audio tune like milk I used to shop lift with no guilt And christimas time toy guns the size of elves I seen the ra-ta-ta-ta turn into the real shells Yup killa you press ya luck Went to sleep in the pond, woke up with the ducks And this ain't gangsta talk, I don't talk the talk I suggest you walk or get outlined in chalk And you ain't from the street But yet you walk the streets, you a C.O.P. a cop walkin the beat But the rule on the streets they could turn on you Like a pitbull after givin him food Or the girl that you bought all the cars and the jewels Only to find out on memorial dey fuckin in the swimmin pool (I AINT DEAD!) Streets prounounce me dead [x6] I tell em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead The reserruction of the dead... I could never get And if I ever die, all I do is ride Yea Warriors music Drama From the hut, to the projects, to the mansions So ya'll know you ya'll ain't got no excuses I'm aliveeee Wyclef AKA Toussaint St. Jean