Lyrical Breakdown of Vega - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Vega" 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 "Vega" 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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Crash my shits and my cell straight through the window (Uh) The lead actor in my life story, Delroy Lindo (Uh) My hash got me spinnin' like a hula hoop Couple noodles lose from the chicken noodle soup, uh Hangin' out the Porsche with a cape on (Uh) I'm the type of stallion you wanna put your cake on What you doin'? Man, I'm laying by the lake drinkin' napalm Ready to turn the motherfuckin' to steak-umm Carvin' a thousand roses in the Draco (ah hah) Stupid (ah hah) As I jump from the Alfa Romeo like I was skydivin' (Yeah) Talkin' 'bout how I'm out my mind That's from the sidelines though (Hoe) I'm out your range, hoe (Hoe) Elmer Fudd shotgun shells, fly out the gates, yo Disintеgrate your face, yo (Hoe) Mothеrfuckers owe me some Rolexes (I need 'em) Motherfuckers owe me some planes (Let me get that) For letting these suckers live in my lane (Uh uh) Someone owes me a dinner table (Uh huh) Just make sure it fits twenty hash pipes (Uh huh) You know the vibes, family (Yeah) I do a tumble out the Hummer and throw a knife through your eye cavity I recognize as a stand-up guy by five familes (Grandpa) That means I take it to the gravel My alibi for the police is I was naked in Seattle (I was) Million-dollar calls while I'm shittin' I close the deal, that's what I call Pippen Shoes on my feet, that's called Pippen Pardon me, ha