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