Lyrical Breakdown of Picasso's Ear - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Picasso's Ear" 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 "Picasso's Ear" 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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Sniff a little coke, please, don't go to sleep yet
I kn-I-I know, I know
Put some water on your face, do some jumping jacks
We about to leave, it's me, it's me, yo
Who could it be? It's me, running down brick lane
With a visible limp (uh), and an alligator pimp cane (uh)
Rubies where the eyes go (yeah), car so low (yeah)
Gotta drive this slow (yeah, yeah)
Black windows like we hiding, ho
Fuck the 5-0, unless we talking 'bout the 'Stang (Mustang)
Man, I'm just watching all these actors from the rafters like Sting
In the surveillance van, fucking with computers like Ving (Ving)
Hundred milli', that's a light ching, shoot him in the right wing
Don't wanna drink, don't wanna smoke
Don't wanna smoke no more
You fucking stupid? I'm tryna do all that shit
Don't wanna smoke, don't wanna drink
Don't wanna drink no more
You fucking stupid? I'm tryna do all that shit
Listen, tiger, my shit fire (true), hard to forget like a thick Maya (damn)
I like my mind a little bit higher (higher)
I need the violin section tighter (make it tight)
And if you need to drive the 'Vette (what)
I left the keys by the tire, tiger (thank you)
Just be humble, 'cause if I punch you in the chest, you'll do a hundred yard tumble (uh)
Standing over victims like Mutumbo with the finger waving (no, no, no, no, no)
I'm such a motherfucking player
My hair should be in finger waves, uh (God damn)
Don't wanna drink, don't wanna smoke
Don't wanna smoke no more
You fucking stupid? I'm tryna do all that shit
Don't wanna smoke, don't wanna smoke
Don't wanna smoke no more (what)
You fucking stupid (what)? I'm tryna do all that shit
I wanna drink, don't wanna smoke, don't wanna drink no more
Don't fucking stupid (what)? I'm tryna do all that shit (I know)
I wanna drink, I wanna smoke
I wanna smoke some more (some more)
Yeah, I'm tryna do all that shit