Lyrical Breakdown of TANK - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "TANK" 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 "TANK" 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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Body needs a bat and a black leather to record
Here, take it, get ready
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, this is it, ah
The eighteen-wheeler papi, we'll drive it through your living room
While you watchin' Maury, true story
Uh, jump in the pool with the tool on me, shredded 240
Who gon' stop me? You and whose army?
Bronson come with the ninja grip
Wheelin' red ninjas down the strip
Phillies to my lip
High as Dark Knight, fuck it, let the card swipe
I'll take that yellow Lamborghini on the far right
As if I fit it
100k for me to spit it
I'm bout' to take a shitted on your fitted with no good luck
Just tragedy and hardship
Another loser on the corner doing card tricks (Ah)
I'm on the plane to Russia with a hard dick and a tank top from Target
Why this blunt taste like Starburst?
And why your girl cheating on you with a player from the San Diego Chargers?
Motherfucker, somehow we got Jeeps in jail
Tell the judge, "It's all good, go 'head and keep that bail"
It's me, you can't touch me
Like Hammer, shit gets crunchy
I do it for the glamour
I do it for my mama
I do it for my people
I do it for myself because there should've been a sequel
But there was complications during, birth given, damn, man
Another night the Moon's shinin', the Earth twistin'
Boo, listen, Daddy swerved the coupe with conviction
Guns under the pillow like my tooth missin'
Everybody know it's me 'cause the roof missin'
You can see my smile from a mile
Yeah
Oooh, I'm up at bat!
Albanian baseball, I'm swingin' a hammer!
Fuck that!
We've been in the game our whole fuckin' lives!
Only God can bench us!
You was in the dayroom doin' splits!
I told you stop blockin' the TV!
I'm tryna watch Maury!
And hang your fuckin' phone up!
We've been ballin' our whole fuckin' lives!
You talkin' to the P-A-L champion!
I does this! Uh!
Fuck her 'til she hates me!
You gotta stab me if you love me
I'm down to die
You're scared to live