Lyrical Breakdown of Locusts - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Locusts" 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 "Locusts" 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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Locusts
Tryin' to act like nobody noticed
You might've gave a couple devil's a fever
But your wings ain't foolin' no heavenly gatekeepers
But everybody's got darkness
But yours shines so bright, it seems harmless
Get smart, stick to the cards
And carve a picture of a park bench into your heart
Don't even start, I'm tryna stay sharp
Like the smile on a shark 'til it's my turn to hear those harps
You don't wanna understand what I'm talkin' about
I'm alive, but it feels like I'm hauntin' my house
And if you see me out, just remember that I'm off the grid
And I'm probably sick because I got a lot of kids
You should probably just bump my fist and keep it movin'
Like these other government-controlled substances
Preach on, motherfucker
The rats snuck through the cracks in the structure
I'm outgunned and I'm outnumbered
I'm tryin' to teach these boys to be the keeper of their brothers
And how to treat their mother
And how to fly high in a sky full of vultures
How to maneuver through the clutter
How you can see it in their eyes, even if they only used to love ya
I don't got the time to count the hours
I just wanna turn it up louder
I don't mean to be such a downer
But they already killed our crops and brainwashed us
The name droppers and the graverobbers
I don't even want the flowers, don't waste the water
The best offer ain't always the best offer
Gotta get a scarecrow to keep away the weirdos and stalkers
And even when it seems a little awkward
Sometimes you gotta holler like it bothers ya
It's not a problem if you've got the solution
And a population full of grasshopper opportunists
Spoiler alert, it kinda seems
The writers been teasin' this might be the final season
And I'ma call It now, it's gonna end
With a massive collection of unanswered questions
We can run around in the rain
When everybody's wet, everybody's the same
But I ain't tryin' to drown in the rain
Gotta keep the head up, even if it's just enough to complain
And I ain't even tryna judge how you numb the pain
We tiptoe around live explosives
I'm tryin' to hold it, pile it on to my shoulders
'Til I'm broken enough to coexist with these goddamned locusts
We swarm with the locust and the hopeless
Even if your deejay is Jehovah, you could never fuck with those kids