Lyrical Breakdown of Get Out of the Car - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Aesop Rock weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Get Out of the Car - 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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I see how y'all be trying to front, man y'all be fronting, man Been a bit since Mu died Been a lot more lost than awake I recall thinking someday someone's gonna say it's all from the same cause and effect And I just couldn't fathom Blaming a whole new page on a made-up chain reaction Each claim individual peaks and pockets Pains in a slew of unique nuances Nah' mean? When you wake up eight years non responsive It's a lot to process Gone from a happier jack in a box To a package of clogged up chakras Oh shazbat Not the everafter we wanted from the once upon a time Dot-dot-dot Once upon a time he was so much more than a punchline for his own potshots Ah! Watch the Impossible Kid Everything that he touch turns promptly to shit If I zoom on out I can finally admit It's all been a blur since Mu got sick None of the subsequent years stood a chance Whether he was mom's or his man's Whether he was pop's or his girl that was poison Heart full of canines Head full of voices Whole life trying to quiet them down Like a suicide king with a knife in his crown Hounds at bay, but they just won't stay True friendship in a tugboat way "A" go dark in the face of the fucked when the fucked was a friend that was basically done Into the woods go his alien tongue It was that or a textbook fake and a funk And I can't Here go to hindsight 8 years been one long blindside I could pinpoint seven more turns that occurred cause he never really healed from the first Oh what a world Any hack is a myth Any dap is a joke, any map is a trick Any graph is a hoax Ease on down, I'm burning up I'm bleeding out Knowing ain't half the battle That's a bullshit quip written by some asshole You can own what you are And still sit around stoned in your car Not doing shit, halfway to nil Cranky and waiting for a boss key and hat full of bills Get out the car, Aes