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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(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

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

That I sleepwalked out of my apartment and went berserk