Lyrical Breakdown of Five Fingers - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Five Fingers - Instrumental" 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 "Five Fingers - Instrumental" 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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Take-take the medicine, tastes great Got 'ta keep in the city, I'm way baked Way before the media shitting or 12 zip of ganked paint The origin of a thievery leader will take place Two coke bottles adorn the rogue toddler Grapple a refrigerator, gaffle a Nilla wafer And no role model provoke him to shift focus 'Cause he noticed that a cookie tastes better when it's stolen Kids got the darnedest quirks So 11's arms skip jars for his momma's purse And bought enough fireworks from the bullies to blow up a small barn Which he kept in a box in the yard And the bark isn't carved from a klepto-anthem But a klepto-tangent prefaced the grand canvas Dance to the dirge, stand up Celebrate the natural need to own what ain't earned See it rolls off the tongue Like a smoke ring rolls off a lung 'til it's done Ready, set, kept petty theft on a post-it Later apply the motives to a moment on some grown shit "Hey, you with the sharpie and BM!" Did you foreplay the GM, or you carpe the diem? Whore play the porn game, fornicate the sure way to freedom Or correlate with the swordplay and heathens? Trickery and backtalk, fresh outta high school On the prickly catwalk of the modern grind slide rule Every last number in its history Got its own little hustle to nuzzle up with the victory Thanks Bathe in a bottle of your finest Tackleberry sift through the piss looking for diamonds 'Fore the hell appears to put the chemi in the climate Get your money from the richest, seek your pussy from the flyest Slow and low, do or die calm, suicide king in the tuck of the palm Slow and low, do or die stuck, two to five cans in the tuck of the trunk And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you... (Capture the flag) One by one like little confused penguins Larceny's yes-men ooze for used weapons Like a bitter little burglar jaded up out the bucket seat Is dumb enough to feel like the public owe him a fucking thing Nope, gotta configure the five finger So the hot-wired vehicular skill is applicable If an eye's on the prize and the itch ain't flushed I hope the fruits of your labor outlive the initial rush, like Step on the abysmal cusp With matchmakers trying to make the mixed signals fuck Then incubate the mutt baby through his stigma's crutch Like he will learn to walk after he lifts the drums And this is certified milk by the New York Department of Skullduggery Shoplift quicker than your shutter speed (click!) Missed, he dipped with dumb cutlery In and out of muddy river water 'til the rudder bleed Skip around the money pillar, color me bunny killer Hovering where the mother feed, gutter greed king And a crummy motherfucker breed fuck with me It go knock knock rummy at a bruckner speed The seed's all growns up playing grown people games Evil aims grown, encompass the whole steeple chase Grip, mitigate the master plan So when the workers are asleep, riffraff expands Yes a pig is a cop, but gotta fill up the flock So when I rake in the bacon I hope the kiddies'll watch I hope the flipping of the system will be heavily clocked 'Cause opportunity's fickle, after it trickle it stop Capture the flag, drag that crass little bastard Flat through the hazmat glass Laugh when he ask for it back; scratch that: Welcome to the magic in a basket of cash. Slow and low, do or die calm, suicide king in the tuck of the palm Slow and low, do or die stuck, two to five cans in the tuck of the trunk And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you... (Capture the flag)