Lyrical Breakdown of Moonshooter - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Moonshooter" 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 "Moonshooter" 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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Who the fuck asked you, man?
Hahahaha
It's kill or be killed
Not heal or be healed, fake is the new real
I wanna say, "What happened to hip-hop?" but then I'd be naggin'
I wanna say you niggas wack but then I'd be braggin'
Huh, the last dragon, flame thrower
Lawn mower, charge toward
Your greener grass, bypass your bandwagon
'Til it's all over, bring the white flag in
Towels get thrown, thrones get new kings
Feelings go numb 'cause you've been through things
Balls get dropped, pause, think hoop dreams
Get fried over the gravy, that's poutinе, see
I decorate my emotions in mеtaphors
Tell stories with allegories, so on, so forth
But who give a shit? The long lost lyricist
Niggas got rich talkin' nonsense, get yours
Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around
In a world so cold at least the sun is out
Live in my mind, I question everything
To that point I don't know what to think
I don't know what to think (think)
I don't know what to think (think-think-think-think...)
I don't know what to think
Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around (ayy, man, look)
Hopped of the porch like, "One of these days
I'ma hop out the Porsche", caught up in a daze
Had a pack of Newports, couple dollars to my name
Some knowledge in my brain and my best foot forth
I never been afraid, I'm protected by a force
I can't really explain and I'm guided by the source
Fuck up out my way 'fore I knock you off course
I was donkey of the day, now I'm on my high horse
I, shoot for the moon and keep a gun around
Janky promoters always gave me the run around
Hard times like, huh, bad trips like, huh
Head to the sky like "Can I win one time?" (Fuck!)
Yeah, 'tis the question
I had to eat, the industry was giving me indigestion
But opting out ain't a option in my profession
You don't know what I'm talking 'bout though, here's the lesson
Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around
In the world so cold at least the sun is out (soul)
Live in my mind, I question everything
To that point I don't know what to think
I don't know what to think (think-think-think-think...)
I don't know what to think (think-think-think-think...)
I don't know what to think
Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around