Lyrical Breakdown of Save Yourself - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Save Yourself" 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 "Save Yourself" 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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"Chill with that ill behavior!" "Chill with that ill, ill behavior!" Pull the pin out, sheep creep in wolf garb Fronted by the Hail Mary parry lunge mixer Kill the populace for civility, jeopardy's a stickler It's bob and weave amalgam played the falcon to your fixture I branch out, arms flailing backwards Wailin' upon a tidy sound circuit, slightly foul Gershwin With a bed of nails and drum lust plus disgusted service Workin in shifts opposite the asbestos brain furnace I be the now observatory: eye, ear, antenna feeler Spittin' like a dragon with a similar demeanor Stood innocent bystand, witness the die-hard fans turn Rip Van In the poppy fields of N.Y.'s orchestrated brick gauntlet Now I'm thinkin', "who am I?" Jabberwocky Superfly, bent left Pushin' war without the ten step cushion, and what? (What?) I plan to hold this B-positive sacred in these golden veins Until the day I die from grimace overload It's shock (it's shock) Treatment offered by the weekend Dystopia getaway, let's display the sequence, it goes: One for the heartless thievery turning my guardian angel harpless And the rest to sweep the mess under the carpet (Under the carpet) I drag a yellow taxi meter Behind every measure and charge cats for labeling me shepherd "That'll be 6.50 plus tip, darling I take cash, credit, check, money-order, gold and cigarette cartons" Got caught up in the universe tryin' to zoom in on stardom Forgot the passion plus the hatred, both were based in Carbon Next time you wanna be a hero, try saving something other than hip-hop And maybe hip-hop'll save you from the pit-stop Kill 'em all, yield (Naw, man, it wasn't me it was Holden Caulfield brother I just read and pulled the trigger) Oh God, well leave me to tiptoe past the pearly gates Capture the halo, jet back to base, step Fast to chase the bad taste of jet-lag and weight slackers There ain't nothin' broken, where you at? The pistons pump perfect, where you at? The bass tone is Merlin, where you at? This services is a urgent workin' surgeons Purging formulas lookin' for an improper cause is whack What are you saving, honestly? (Honestly, honestly) What are you saving, honestly? (Honestly, no honestly) What are you saving, honestly? (Damn) Promise me you gon' shut the fuck up and recognize What you holdin' ain't really broken? What are you saving, honestly? (Honestly, no honestly) What are you saving, honestly? (Honestly, honestly) What are you saving, honestly? (Damn) Promise me you gon' shut the fuck up and recognize What you holdin' ain't really broken? I don't flick neeedles like my sick friend (Friend) I don't march like Beetle Bailey through a quick trend (Trend) I don't frequent church's steeples on my weekend (End) And I don't comment if you formulate a weak Zen All I ever really wanted was a getaway I'ma take a chance by letting a rook slide forward out of my hands I cannot agree to follow a leader along a borderline Of war without a reason for the "ready, aim, score." Bring out your dead we can put 'em in a pile And burn 'em with the novels for the kiddies to admire KIll the ones that speak from a different life brew? I'd rather kill the noisemaker that separated the two Okay, welcome to the Kamikaze bottle rocket cockpit Live by the icy cold hand of bad intention youth blender Oh, yeah, I'll let God warm the bench for now but I'll ascend to spin y'all dizzy (And for the record I'm bringin' my TV with me) It goes: let the commoners speak publicly Then disperse eye jammies for cats that swear by third pupil But can't see past the loophole Motherfucker, my word is born like Siamese triplets With doctor, lawyer, rocket scientist promise (Let 'em grow leisurely) Hey Mom, I'ma fix whatever I broke along this path Once my spiel's perfected, I'ma save you a seat in the front row Of Aesop Rock's twelve steps to shut the fuck up seminar And when all these bickering crowds turn silent you gon' be proud I tack hacks to the (backboard) Honesty's a (patchcord) Fury's far from (obsolete) Serenity's a (crack whore) Raw caricature of mayhem standard, branded by the labor With a thousand reasons to end this for every one of you saviors Saw the brightest burst ironically wandering the vacant stage Gave it a pound for burning where bunk ratio's engaged Keep me posted as to when you grasp something mature to Sit and sulk about mister, and I'll consider pickin' up your record What are you saving, honestly? (Honestly, honestly) What are you saving, honestly? (Honestly, honestly) What are you saving, honestly? (Damn) Promise me you gon' shut the fuck up and recognize What you holdin' ain't really broken? What are you saving, honestly? (Honestly, honestly) What are you saving, honestly? (Honestly, honestly) What are you saving, honestly? (Damn) Promise me you gon' shut the fuck up and recognize What you holdin' ain't really broken? The Orphanage, they ain't got nothin' to save The Overground, man they ain't got nothin' to save Def Jux, they ain't got nothin' to save The Atoms Family, they ain't got nothin' to save Weightless, they ain't got nothin' to save Stronghold, man, they ain't got nothin' to save Rhymesayers, baby, they ain't got nothin' to save Aesop Rock, I ain't got nothin' to save It's like that...