Lyrical Breakdown of Cliff Hanger - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Action Bronson weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Cliff Hanger" 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 Action Bronson 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 Action Bronson's narrative.

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Yeah Young Swinger Baklava Young Gary Sheffield Queens shit Flushing to be exact, uh Young Captain Young everything It's me bitch Yeah Stuck in the maze, switch my face up like Nicolas Cage's Switch up the plates before them cowards catch a gaze I'm in the shower with my Latin maid That ass is hot, you could crack an egg and cook it She told me, shake my dick, I shook it She wasn't even lookin' She was locked in watchin' Vampire in Brooklyn Eddie Murphy with the long hair Well, I prefer Trading Places Shit, I might have landed a role in the new Matrix Cop the blue spaceship Just stay the fuck from 'round my essence if you got two faces I'm fired up, like an old-school basehead, from middle basin '86 shit, I can still taste it I lost my house on the Raiders, and those fuckin' Lakers They tackled Bo at the 30 and did me dirty Elbow injury for Magic, ankle injury for Worthy I'm in that black 8-50 twirlin' With the all brown shearlin' on Earl the Pearl jersey, my mind got murder on it Dudes be emotional bitches I float in the six and if I want I could put like twenty ki's of coke on my wrist You know the kid, one hand hang off the cliff Like I'm Sly Stallone I'd rather die alone than live around you motherfuckin' cowards It's true, it's true, it's true It's true, it's true, it's true It's true, it's true, it's true Only for Dolphins (It's true, it's true, it's true) (It's true, it's true, it's true) (It's true, it's true, it's true)