Lyrical Breakdown of Shrapnel - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shrapnel" 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 "Shrapnel" 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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[Slug] Shrapnel... I can't remember who asked me, but someone asked me How long I thought that I would be allowed atop this trash heap I didn't answer cause I'm tired of criticizing the masses Inspired the support the devouring of the self All the power to the people who dig potholes Placed me in a glass case full of lost treasures and fossils Got a right to be hostile, my love is gettin' gang raped By an army full money hungry crocodiles Quantity is up, market in a flood But the party over here has never steered through this much love I'll take the laughter, but I'd rather have the women Who am I kiddin'? I'll be content with whatever I'm givin' Work for food, rent, sex, money, or water I don't know what else that you have to offer Your first born daughter? No need, already got her She came to the set hungry and left hot and bothered My posse's full of women, computer nerds, and thugs Much to my dismay, I'm none of the above. Someday I'ma be the mack of the minute And you were so damn good I'ma have to forget it Listen to the mimic, it's almost on Drink, tigga(?) hit me with a tall potion(?) Think quick, how much more insult Will it take for me to break your light bulb Shrapnel... [Chorus x2] Shards of pull cards scattered on the carpet It's hard to breathe cause you wear a fitted target Tug upon a choke chain, travel the code rain(?) Of course I've came to show you shrapnel [Slug] Check your mail, climb your ladder Count the pieces you've managed to gather Does it matter? What are you trying to achieve? Let go of your throat if you're dying to breathe And finally we've begun to make a little progress Ain't a single dock in this river that can stop us Lost in the mix like a feeble(?) over dub Got me screaming at these shippin' till these people know what's up Yeah Slug's back, but his collection of hub caps Caught a buzzin' brought a notebook full of love raps Open the pipes and tuck that voice in I'ma sit on this corner and nibble on my poison Baby once in awhile I find a reason to smile But most the time it's spent deep in denial It's all make believe, I want the cake to eat But this lake's too deep, tryin' to stand on two feet Wonderin' about the thunder runnin' through this blood I try to keep my cool, but the hat fits too snug Study the love, took my degree Shoved it into a bottle, chucked it into the sea Shrapnel... [Chorus x2] Shards of pull cards scattered on the carpet It's hard to breathe cause you wear a fitted target Tug upon a choke chain, travel the code rain(?) Of course I've came to show you shrapnel Shrapnel... [Chorus x4] Shards of pull cards scattered on the carpet It's hard to breathe cause you wear a fitted target Tug upon a choke chain, travel the code rain(?) Of course I've came to show you shrapnel Shrapnel...(repeated to end) I am not ugly (reversed)