Lyrical Breakdown of Clay - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Clay" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Atmosphere weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Clay" 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 Atmosphere 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 Atmosphere's narrative.

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When I first landed the damage was outlandish Anguish, anxiousness, and taking it for granted But when I first landed I was so relieved I lost my focus Soon exceeded recommended dosages Now I hold the grip that holds the soul that holds the poet skills Exclusive it leaves illusions of unfocused flows I don't suppose you're taking too much time Breaking too much mind trying to unravel the babble That dismantled and left the lines in need of some assembly So I can find the secret key and free all the emcees This planet spins on a bent axis All access passes won't help you to grasp the atmos' I mean, what did you think My agenda was to freestyle, smile, get paid to smoke weed, And grab the mic and spoonfeed? There's more to this than just paying the rent If you're riding on this song you need to ride it to the end (Chorus) What could you say as the Earth gets further and further away? Planets as small as balls of clay (x4) Some shells get broke Some keep their wigs closed Some get exposed as little man big pose Some make moves and some stay daydreamers But everbody seems to want some loot, food and a beemer Well make mine hunter green with camel insides, 10 percent tips, Mr. Pibb and some french fries Inch by inch I take it closer to the shoulder But day by day it's getting harder to stay sober Once again on the edge, head's inebriated Movement needs motive, it's easier to be sedated What makes me mighty and another tiny? Why does my psyche give a damn about whether or not you like me? If this crime's right I might be wrong I grip this mic tight because it's all I really have a grip on So let the losers lose and let the players play The only difference is the day to some dust on the clay, what? (Chorus - 4X) Who's world is that? it ain't mine, and I'm grateful Already got a plate full of clay on my table I'm capable of handling fate, I know this So do the people that get pissed when this microphonist spits Too many get caught up in the lines that emcees thought up But it's clear to me the ones that fear me are the one's that oughta I spot a blemish on your planet's existence I deliver subtle terror submerged in clever sentences Instantly pissin? away the misfits The only residue that came of the hypothetical spew they sprayed When they swayed I'd have em Half of 'em can't fathom Where the 'Mats? from I may be on those You can ask 'em At last, when we get down to it There's more than sand and fluid Involved in how I revolve and evolve Can we solve the secrets? No. Can we take trinkets? No. So when the ink hits it's more than just a sequenced flow I can't bring you with me so I'm a leave me here Centuries from now they're gonna study Atmosphere Carefully I steer, I'm aware life is fatal When I go, I wanna go like Ho, taken by the play-dough (Chorus - 4X)