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

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "TUFF - 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 "TUFF - 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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Dumb diggy, bump Biggie

Til the landlady holler, "Get a haircut, hippie!"

The death knell generator entertain a fresh kill

Breath quell dressed like a bloated sack of dead cells

Shedding, purple tape, purple hawk ape

A single flower through the permafrost

Pick himself and learn to walk in furry pants

War paint circling a duralog

Four-faced devil by his side like a service dog

Shlock purists watch the block burneth

One o clock prophets in the parking lot at perkins

The perfect politician's thirty clicks outside of Sturgis

Doggy bag doctors, military deserters

Who still shop surplus and can't hold jobs

I look like I'm wearing a ghillie suit but I'm not

Roll out ghost of Camu on the pegs

Might pedal by the police

Tough with two F's

Ah fuck that shit look

Can't tell if I'm a little withdrawn

Or dead dogs set to quote unquote live on a farm

The coke bottles tint film noir

Trippin' out the milk bar

Poison horchata cup

Milf in a zip car

Six arms six hand styles like ships on scrimschaw

Part Def Jam part Dischord

My wig picker threw me out of her office

Had the cold turkey benzo summer was awesome

Onion a benzie's[?]

Summer was awesome

Got brats on the grill

Wormwood in a cauldron

Horse hoof in the dog's mouth

Cholera in a well

Make money periodically vomiting on himself

I read Nat Geo craft and crack geodes

Lift party hats out of Craft Depot

Unleaded mire blood pumped through his neck

Came down from the mountain

Tough with two F's: ...

TUFF

TUFF

(What's so funny?

You, what are you laughing at?

I said what are you laughing at?)

Before player ever met his omega

They were effectively reducing his behavior into data

With plans to build a dais where the

People grow potatoes and cabbage

Don't make him raise the gate between the bettas

In a spectacle display in the nature of strange neighbors

I paint caves til the rage campaign tapers

Show a new crop how he used to moonwalk

Out of breath like a seven day old balloon dog

I still hang band posters and buy black lights

Crib decorated like a dorm room at Brandeis

Still pretend I'm gonna build another half-pipe

Nevermind the fort era christening in pantsize

Man, who could've guessed the future of abominal imagery

Would also share a birthday with Kenny G? None

The ninety-nine cent two cents keeps two arms folded

Tough with two F's

Yeah, let's do it like that

Unh I pay a guy to lean over steepled fingers

Then convince me to pay him for his teas and tinctures

The string cheese dinner kid speak Cheech wizard

Fore I'm gone like Gossamer under number three clippers

Three forged in various pulp channels

Even his prized horse rides a wolf into battle

Even his blood and body couldn't pick him out a line up

Or his name off the paper

It's Aes pronounced "why us"

First learn the high art of eyeing a mark

Buying nickels for a dime at the park

I learned to rhyme in New York

I learned to breathe underwater

I learned to walk with a ghost

Adidas reeking of sulfur

A children's cemetery font

When home is a bleeding ulcer

Everything you've ever stood up for is keeling over

Moon set beautifying

Cartoon death catfish on a farm

And tough with two F's

Yeah