Lyrical Breakdown of Supercell - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Supercell - 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 "Supercell - 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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Die already None defied a one man walled city Stone made flesh veins etched in his hands Eighty-eight stance strengthened invasive plants And rain dance on safely, brace for the supercell Mutineer footage for your blooper reel who could tell Pours hot tar from the top of the barn Necktie on his head; condor on his arm Dog star in a jar bordering unsustainable Man called but may I call[?] but maybe I should pray a cult[?] Systematic catholic or sigil of the baphomet unraveling Either way his I.D. show a snake and skull Always been a private dude who couldn't keep a tally Of which lies he told who Die his hair, shave, change names in his lazy drawl Soon enough I will estrange you all Like get ghost On Dasher Half dead carolers deck a hall, wreck a whole advent calendar Brother on speakerphone lurkin' at the Burgerville Bathrobe hammer toes murdering the curb appeal What I be returning are forsaken with the craving and Carnivourous vegetation that take him for his steakums I don't know I gotta think about it Truthfully I don't know which makes me a bigger coward Either stomach all the hubris, cash in his two cents Loose lips locked up over a chewed eucharist Or, maybe reappropriate the energy Hold up passin' the poultry to Hecate Bull-headed burn out fled his own pedigree And never better, never would've met your heaven anyway Anyway, Mary Mary go make soup out of bones Just know when the room go cold I'm a ghost G-H-O-S-T Ghost ghost ghost He's ghost Flea comb exorcism, and de-worming Fitted for a curse and a cronenberg circling Search party falling forward unthwarted Meet him at the crossroads drawn and quartered For a master of puppets, how sad are his cupboards Non-dairy creamers, can of last supper And a runneth over cup full of black tap water Its a marvel of privacy over back honor Raspberry jelly on his jesus toast And turn heather gray sweats into Easter clothes With no immediately measurable crime wave ice age Christ's children still skin a cat sideways I don't pick teams or administer bands I'm in a creek with a pick in a panic go Forcibly ejected or a voluntary death scene Tell 'em what the out of order blinking EMF mean Ghost