Lyrical Breakdown of No City - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "No City - 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 "No City - 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.
• 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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For want of a nail the shoe was lost For want of a shoe the horse was lost For want of a horse the rider was lost For want of a rider the battle was lost For want of a battle the kingdom was lost And all for the want of a horse shoe nail There is a hole in front of the shovel, shovel in front of the brawn Six billion gorillas for whom the graves yawn Each withered his mule-ish days to choose his tool of trade Dueling blades that cue the cruel charade and fuel the flames If you would clue the crew into the civil Just get the food and land like you the man who flew the coop over the pit-bulls Dash back flashy to compassionate nano police Sat beneath an avalanche and jagged inadequacies And I would stop the violence more than I was Pontius Pilate Cops and robbers riot by the vows of noxious sirens A is gullible he figure all man equal no brainer Take it his friends and neighbors didn't cater Moms raised the babies through a very church-y eighties Sunday mornings reinforced the waiting gates of Hades And he brazen but apparently inferno bound now For when a man had coughed recite his wrongs he wouldn't bow down The punishment should fit the reasons you must punish him Never puncture skin or pull the colored rugs from under them Two opposing mother ships shall not employ the gunner's deck Cause brotherhoods of public good do not employ the unctuous in you Observing how the giveth is disproportionate to the taketh away decide to maketh his day All the stoic odium glowing a coal holster When he coulda stood easily in the tub juggling toasters No mountain too high No city too far No coma tonight No city tomorrow No fire too live No city too charred No treaty to sign No city to guard I pick the phone up with a grown-up mode approach Skin crawlin off the drawl and now it clawed the awkward tone up I'd known it wasn't roses but hoped it was less corrosive Coast in to the focus of the grossest diagnosis like Holmes, the barnacles that chew upon the flesh of man Have clued into suitor as capital to a beggars hand Comfortably, sung a stubborn legacy of gluttony With carnivores that burrow like hunters into the blood and meat Umm, what?!? The Jenny chin up and the city picked her sinning pen up let her numb the spitting stigma Along came a spider sold her eggs to any buyer Now the shooter in back is six legs wider than the driver If you make no friends on the way to the top rung There is no secret handshake club I do not give a fuck But know the cancers make the olive branches obviously standard So when they extend from the yachts and mansions drop your cannons All kings hang em for the cliff side drip dry Will he clip to zip line or slip for his final dip dive If he live, will he survive the milligrams of middle ground They pump into the pinstripe pentagrams over tinsel town Or kill a man who trickled down the city with his scissors out as sickles Dipped in military hells bells and whistles Riders to the east Now the wild tribes Thank you for the peace on earth and mercy mild high No mountain too high No city too far No coma tonight No city tomorrow No fire too live No city too charred No treaty to sign No city to guard And all for the want of a horse shoe nail