Lyrical Breakdown of SALVAJE - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "SALVAJE" 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 "SALVAJE" 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, yeah
It's the one and only motherfucker
Who else? Uh
Dr. Baklava the mad technician (it's me)
Back in the kitchen
Magnum edition (uh)
I've never touched the catfish (nope)
I'm nasty at badminton (uh-huh)
Once bitten, twice shot (uh)
My life aligns with lines in the sky (uh)
High in green jaguar's drive (ah)
He wouldn't take money
So I gave him the gold watch (alright)
Some fresh baked focaccia (uh)
And a nice plate of meats, cheese and olives (beautiful)
Out of nowhere, hit the fiend with the Rock Bottom (uh)
Shavkat Rakhmonov (uh)
Man, I don't eat no motherfuckin' McDonald's (uh-uh)
I eat the same thing as a rhino (uh-huh, uh)
You better bounce and take that puta to the gyno' (ha)
Before she ruins her vagina (uh)
Her favorite parking lot was by the diner (right there)
My backpack contains slimer (uh)
For that cake, cake
Hit you on the head with the guitar
Like the Honky Tonk did to Jake Snake, uh
For that cake, cake
Hit you on the head with the guitar
Like the Honky Tonk did to Jake Snake, uh
Can't quit this game cold turkey (uh-uh)
Put him out of his misery like an old turkey
Then show no mercy
Dikembe Mutombo jersey (uh, no no)
Threw the rifle up in the river murky (uh)
Send motherfuckers to kiss the serpentine (uh, uh)
A lone wolf 'cause I've been crossed before (true)
Looking like Vin Diesel (uh-huh)
Shooting arrows out the window of the Porsche door (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Driving with my foot, bitch it's a look (my foot)
Under the hood, there's a thousand hoofs
Motherfucker you choose the wrong cup (uh, uh)
I chose the goblet Jesus drank from (uh)
On that special day he rose up (he rose up)
I told that motherfucker to roll up (yo, roll the fuck up, man)
While I try to warm up all this cold blood (uh-huh)
Your grave site could be an old rug (uh-huh)
Or a new one, a blue one (true)
Leave motherfuckers stewed up (uh-huh)
And disappear into the moon dust (poof)
Yeah, it's like Rowdy Roddy Piper versus Goldust (just like it)
Hit 'em with the limo (uh)
Shoot the Uzi through the pillow (uh)
Goddamn, Baklava don't got no chill mode (none, no)
He like to lick the poison off the back of the killer toad (no)
Just to feel at home (uh-huh)
Man, he's in thriller mode (thriller)
All kinds of gorilla chokes and scissor holds (grr)
He knows the same shit that a wizard knows (grr)
For that cake, cake
Hit you on the head with the guitar
Like the Honky Tonk did to Jake Snake, uh
For that cake, cake
Hit you on the head with the guitar
Like the Honky Tonk did to Jake Snake, uh