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 undefined 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 undefined employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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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)