Lyrical Breakdown of Shredder - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shredder" 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 "Shredder" 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, yeah
It's me, it's me (it's me)
It's me (it's me)
Here I am sunk in the Jeep
Windows up, you can't see the boy
'Cause these cowards think it's huntin' season (uh)
I just pressed a button (uh)
And the stuff from the trunk come to the front (ah)
Before I throw this pack of dynamite I light the blunt up (uh)
Trippin' balls
As I drive the Grand Cherokee Laredo through the mall (shit)
Like it's Mario Kart (ooh)
Pop the hood, all chrome with the four turbos (ooh)
This shit kickin' harder than them four turtles (whoo)
I'm runnin' backwards tryna save time (uh)
Stage crime (uh)
So we can do crimes at the same time (uh)
Been tap dancin' on the rock for so long I made wine (uh)
Just tryna stay low from Shaitan
So I put my shades on (oh, man), head to toe suede on (uh)
Yeah, I'm lookin' like Blade 2 (uh), cook up a strange soup (uh)
Hand to hand, money get exchanged, it's all the same
No motherfuckin' change, it's the game, bitch