Lyrical Breakdown of Triple Backflip - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Triple Backflip" 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 "Triple Backflip" 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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Peel the top off the can of Pellegrino Lost my money at the tables, but I got it back in Cee-lo I'm trying to have the bank account with all the zeros Rolling Camaros, Jose Canseco was my hero Swing the bat like I swing the 'Lac Snap my fingers and they bring the crab Wave my hand and they bring the bag For your body motherfucker cause you old news And then you see me fucking skip away in boat shoes Ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri-ri- rip your dick off Ah uh! Motherfucker I'm a sicko Fucko, amethyst on the knuckle On the arm something Spanish with a bubble Uh, it's big trouble in Little China All of the china hidden inside of a big vagina Uh, I'll pile drive her through the bed Hit the strip, get my motherfucking bread, don't you say a word, bitch I need the gators just to match the vest Have my apprentice put the stainless to a bastard's chest Come out the sweatsuit Do a triple back flip into the red coupe Skrrt, we out Come, hold my dick while I take a piss Shake it off, put it back in my boxer shorts Ride in the drop top lobster Porsche Inside the joint I got some pasta sauce Uh, stalking the street, just to put the fork in the beef Coffins are cheap, seats are very soft in the Jeep The lights hit me at the club, my skin was like a chicken And now my leather to the ankle by my Pippen This feels crazy and I hoping I don't blow it That goes to show I'm still a human under all this glow Needless to say I'm exceeding while you pussies bleeding I guess your wake was not in season Breezing Uh, it's big trouble in Little China All of the china hidden inside of a big vagina Uh, I'll pile drive her through the bed Hit the strip, get my motherfucking bread, don't you say a word, bitch I need the gators just to match the vest Have my apprentice put the stainless to a bastard's chest Come out the sweatsuit Do a triple back flip into the red coupe Skrrt, we out