Lyrical Breakdown of Shovel - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shovel" 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 "Shovel" 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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I don't shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovel

Lovin the consequences of uprooting the jungle

I'm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle

I don't budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2

My kitchen sink leaks like your itching to speak a secret

'Bout the world spins yet nobody's pledged allegiance and why?

His beaming smile knew a private agony that burns

And when the children met divinity I sat to watch the merge

It goes pandemonium live

Ya'll mutha fuckers stand up volunteer tantrums while your playin summin vivid

Play your sympathy card till the misery clash

And a basket case is in a classless matrix with elastic stitches

Raggin a bag of lonely poem remnants

Short of breath like you're short of fresh

You're a portable mess

Carpetbagger spearheading tear peddeling pretentious art critics, orphans

Trying to dismiss those pioneering their fortunes

You're a spectacle

Pushin for pedagogue lacin up paper weights walkin on stilts talking

You touched the hand of God and I'm like

What are all these evils that plagued the hearts of man by sweet talking border patrol until they fold and let them in

You got your life in a basket before you could say instant classic

Like the king of the mountain requires a boost

I'll bury the hook in my belly just to volunteer at live aid clinics

For the thrill of 9 great mimics with 18 bloody lips, spittin

Beanstalk, chalking outlines before the figures fly

Walking uphill trying to get down

Prominent ghost town litigate battle pitch darkness when the light switch hits the *artistry* circuit board breaker

Service in the greater half of nature

See money go wild shook when the exploitation incubated lovely

Warmingly *piggy leader* colony to comfort

Numb enough to deny the sin pins and evil needles even punctured

Till he wont define his turn and can still function

I don't shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovel

Lovin the consequences of uprooting the jungle

I'm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle

I don't budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2

Burn burn em mostly

Stuck unplucking plumage out the poultry

Soaking in bulk on a sofa with duct tape upholstery

Dirty doc stellar space medic

Stoned by the commoners for glowing

Pseudo-floaters bottom feed 'til bloated

Happy trail hitchhikers guide to spanning oblivion

Complete with a thankless 9-5 chapter

You can sign your life after the facts

Wicked soldiers pick it with buddy system logistic motors like Noah's ark ticket holders, pivot

All in a days breath

I guess

Sandman here to foreshadow a day when televisions run over baboon heart transplants

Sketching a glass partially empty 'til their hand cramps

With a iceman's dance if that ain't streamlined and stand with a fan's lamp

But maybe I do

Yeah yeah maybe it's all over, maybe I won the game before the machine ate my quarter

I mean absorbing attention's a must

You don't wanna be overlooked

Yeah but you don't wanna be looked over too much

One up for the dashed hopes of fifty fishermen who crashed boats

And the angels who never hit a bad note when harmonizing

I'm an armor plated farmer

I'm an archer rising with a drawn bow for the karma where the bulls eye clings and argues

Dense, spreads like new names at the writers bench

Either you drink it or sink it, cause ain't no sitting on the fence

You make me chuckle child, it's hells kitchen now, miss

Recognize your life is merely bait for bigger fish

I don't shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovel

Lovin the consequences of uprooting the jungle

I'm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle

I don't budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X4

Encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2