Lyrical Breakdown of 9-5ers Anthem - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "9-5ers Anthem" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Aesop Rock weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "9-5ers Anthem" 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 Aesop Rock 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 Aesop Rock's narrative.

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Shit... Vanessa, what time is it? aw, fuck ... Labor. Zoom in to the fuming of an aggravated breed Via the study of post-adolescent agitated seeds Half the patients waste themselves prior to Commencement So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the hot that made it breathe It's so Pompeii impression, waste infections And twelve steps to lesson Credence swiftly tippy toe and hard to swallow, borrow concepts The give-it get-it, never let it self pass the word, eying stubbornness Murder talks money causes in a harvesting Spartacus And someone, I've thrown long Hail Mary bombs Toward cookie-cutter Mother Natures bedazzled synthetic fabrics Life treats the peasants like They tried to fuck his woman while he slept inside Well they're merely chasing perfectionist emblems When the clock strikes nine I'll be waking with the best of routine caffeine team players For the cycle of it Under a dusted angel heart but strain Big Brother is watching My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk, talking stealth We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase parts We on some door-to-door now Order ten dollars or more, we'll shove it down your throat for free I'll sacrifice my inborn tendencies For copper pennies for one commanding 'Gimme that' So we can re-take baby fat Make the biter snake bedlam Holocaust freak, heckle shiesty brain headroom shaped planet Make a move taurus, make a move break cannon Bent barrel one date zero, you'll turn, squeeze, end it It's on like it's never been It's bleeding well It's bigger than a breadbox It can roast my leaky finance I'll take my senior top of the Brooklyn Bridge With a Coke and a bag of chips To watch a thousand lemmings plummet just because The first one slipped Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing these little question Marks I tend to underestimate my average Just another bastard savage Someday you'll all eat out of my cold hand Cuz every dog has its day At which point, I'll pull it away Now we the American working population Hate the fact that eight hours a day Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us And we may not hate our jobs But we hate jobs in general That don't have to do with fighting our own causes We the American working population Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out When we'd rather be supporting ourselves By being paid to perfect the pastimes That we have harbored based solely on the fact That it makes us smile if it sounds dope It's the year of the silkworm Everything I built burn yesterday Let's display the purpose that these stilts serve Elevate the spreading of the silk germ Trying to weave a web but all that I believe in is dead Nah brother, it's the year of the jackal Saddle up on high horse My torch forced Polaris embarrassed Shackle up the hassle by the dooming legend marriage I bought some new sneakers I just hope my legacy matches It's the year of the landshark Try a sand tarp damn get these men some water They're out there being slaughtered In meaningless wars so you don't have to bother It can sit and soak the idiotbox trying to fuck their daughters Man it's the year of the Orphan Seated adjacent to the firefly circling the torches on your porches Trying to guard the fortress of a king they've never seen or met But all are trained to murder at the first sign of a threat Maybe it's the year of the waterbug Cockroach utter thug specimen Your response, dreaming of your next of kin I'm still dealing with this mess I'm in I've been the object of your ridicule You've been a bitch lieutenant God it's the year of the underpaid employee Spitting forty plus a week And trying to rape earth on my off time You bought dizzy, I can't keep myself busy enough So you can't run run run And I'ma let you think you won EVERYBODY! We the American working population Hate the fact that eight hours a day Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us And we may not hate our jobs But we hate jobs in general That don't have to do with fighting our own causes We the American working population Hate the nine to five day-in day-out But we'd rather be supporting ourselves By being paid to perfect the pastimes That we have harbored based solely on the fact That it makes us smile if it sounds dope Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen Pour myself a cup of ambition and Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and If I never make it home today, God bless Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen Pour myself a cup of ambition and Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and If I never make it home today, God bless