Lyrical Breakdown of BUCKET - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "BUCKET" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Ab-Soul weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "BUCKET" 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 Ab-Soul 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 Ab-Soul's narrative.
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(Never, never had fun, always had heart)
(Always had drugs, I don't give a fuck)
(Now I ride like a buck, ride, ride like a buck)
(Never, never had fun)
Bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout nothing
I'm controllin' this system, you can either rock with them or
Go to hell, my pineal gland been twitchin'
Ever since Kells made the remix to "Ignition"
My key in the ignition of my lil' Mitsubishi
Had the eye in '95, but nobody was tryna reach me
Wok and foul stanking, still smell the Cuba though
Tape a dab to strap to my portable CD player
JAY-Z playin', "Politics As Usual"
I was fuckin' 'round with loops I ripped off BearShare
Yeah
Ayy, man
Bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout nothing
I say bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout nothing
Lottie was riding shotty debatin' about the livelihood of the African-American in America
Hypocrisy and religion, feminism
How television's degradin' our character
Government corruption and the subtle stuff they cover up
Gave me all this knowledge, but never gave up the butt
I still kind of wish she gave up the butt
Now we both defendin' the people, just in different ways
You know, the more you honor somebody, the more you judge 'em
I'm a public speaker hummin' out your speakers in public
Bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout nothing
I say-
Here we fucking go again with this fucking CD player
Nigga, can you please go over to wherever y'all go
Del Amo, Swap Meet or something
Pull over real quick
What? What you gon' do? Breathe on it with your hot-ass cigarette breath, nigga?
Get outta here, nigga
Give it to me so I can fix it, I'll breathe on it
Don't tell your mama I be smoking cigarettes
She know, she look at them lips, she know
That ain't because of that, though
Alright, put it back in then
Fix it then, now you fix it
Why I got to fix everything? So I'll go ahead and do it
This the problem, this the problem, Herb
This is your problem, Herb
Bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout-