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.
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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...

(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: