Lyrical Breakdown of Flashflood - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Flashflood" 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 "Flashflood" 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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We'll have more news after this commercial word (And so it goes...) At least I think I was here asleep Is it possible? Conceivable? That I sleepwalked out of my apartment and went berserk? In slid rhythm, fetter cycle bound by dilemma, debt, and vendetta Escaped briefly back to my apartment to park in front a fan And reminisce about the day I ran a mile with your heart in my hand Contestants get the New York home game with real life shoot 'em up-action Thug, vagrant, yuppie and art freak game piece all included I told this cat the Earth was flat, he walked 'till his beard grew Long enough to strangle himself for being stupid It's bric-a-brac novelties, spliced with that sixth pack odyssey Godspeed, tequila worm future, be concerned My feelers spread across the land reporting avalanche sightings While my introverted side is flying cadavers on kite strings I'm a never give, I'm juiced off projection I'm stubborn as a thousand born-agains avoiding questions From the alpha to the zed, I bait this data for my pledge To bathe a traitor in the twice forgotten favors that he bled And not a creature stirred It reeks of subway metal, bevel edged journalist chin-on-fist shenanigans Re-coin mayhem with bonuses, benefits and break room Mummified mannequins with future clenched adamant And skeleton in cabinet This amalgam circus got a ring of fire Just big enough to shove my purpose in the circle I'm known to dip dusk in a broken city curfew Release the hounds To see which one could track your trail and serve you, sucker I lay the law down upon its belly while my foot Dug in between the 3rd and 4th disc yelling "Break yo' self!" I finally actualized data commission Past penny tip jar donation arrangement, but a far fetch from stability Took a hard pledge early on Blood donor to drum dozer, plowing the metronome, home Blown caddy-cornered to cockeyed sound booster Sensationally seismograph Stabbing away on stone tablet to sketch a grouchy future I drifted out the main spelunking unit with watered down Sample of cancelled development, courtesy America Land of the freebase, home of the triplicate grill character My sorta sideways tilt caught pinball blinker and citizens 1-X Weren't steadied for this leaning grievance with dilapidated winter jacket I rock a crooked lid piece and sweat a bit to make my wookie ends meet Pacifist willing to step into a friend's beef if needed Wing clipper out hierarchy Passionate while they whine on some "Daddy's gonna kill Ralphie" shit Suck the proverbial silver spoon 'till their parents quit apparently Parasol spinning casually like "I'm an artist, please don't laugh at me" OK, time to buckle the fuck down Solder your wobbly system back to original form, pumpkin You could catch the memoir in several dimensions The joy-of-life logic don't employ the spite process Hence your plight botches No I don't know what got into me I didn't mean to cause all that destruction I'm sorry So sorry This be the, this be the big F-L-A-S-H-F-L-O-O-D, flashflood This be the big F-L-A-S-H-F-L-O-O-D, flashflood This be the big F-L-A-S-H-F-L-O-O-D, flashflood This be the big F-L-A-S-H-F-L-O-O-D, flashflood Possible, conceivable Possible, conceivable Possible, conceivable Possible, conceivable Possible, conceivable Possible, conceivable Possible, conceivable That I sleepwalked out of my apartment and went berserk