Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Labor" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how undefined weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Labor" 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 undefined employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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"This is labor"
Who put the monkey wrench in well-oiled perfectionist emblem
Just to watch these monitors spit white noise through your office space
Automater, I infect jolly gene pool descendant clown-clusters
Brushing dust mites off your starving art revolution sound jugglers
Delinquent friend from brick habitat
Bob, weave, stick, move, fence
And pause somewhere in the middle for slick invention
This years brain crop spread spectacular, I ain't mad at ya
Don't stay mad at the caliber (I twist characters like Twist characters)
Talley up the alley cat aggression in this Doug E. Fresh infested
Mess of bassline lust and automatic b-boy Krylon can combust circuit
Working these war pig cyphers with Ted Striker stability
And kamikaze chivalry
I alone noble in a warm food feud
Walking dead generations
Ain't nobody asking for your patience
The grand opening holding me to face the fact
I knew myself and didn't have to ask nobody else
(Talk about labor)
Fantastic planet urchin putting work in
Searching for pertinent verse minus the murderous diversions
Apologies won't lore me to the communal sob story
Nor will I sacrifice live style to benefit jury temperament
This old Green Goblin web cutter butts up against
Crayola daydream landscape spittin' bedlam. Dead 'em
Charge the villagers nickels and nicotine to watch him fed to
One disgruntled kraken at the high noon
(We sell popcorn, beer and balloons!)
I got an inkling this gon' be the one children bicker over
It's that Warriors vs. Baseball Fury element
To glitch his motor sensory development
I am a star, really
That Big Bang bastard's back with a one-way ticket to beat street
I work past the surface
I work on what I love, I work to service all my burdens
And I work until this here little flat line closes the curtains