Lyrical Breakdown of Specificity - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Specificity" 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 "Specificity" 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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And you should try to see us live before you're dead
You need this like you need another hole in your head
Listen, this is how you open the set
And when I'm done I leave it smoking, it must be broken
It belongs at that island of trash out in the ocean
Tell me how you doin', how you copin'?
(Specificity)
Shit
Your paint brush might have made the stars in space
But they ain't got nothing on my partner's face
I had to read it, study it, learn what I was up against
Burn the older testaments of what we used to struggle with
You complain but you're still in the soaking rain
Hoping that she'll come and open up the drain
The years go by you grow that grain
Until you try to find a bowling lane where somebody knows your name
I wish it was as simple as a sitcom, from the eighties
I wanna crack jokes and raise babies
With a laugh track and "aww" for the shit the kids do
"Oohs" and whistles every time that i kiss you
Girl, wanna call the front desk and tell them everything's messed up
The whole world's messed up
But then i remember I've got a home I can go to
Come here, let hold you
I wanna show you what I've got in my mind
But i'm worried about what you might not find
I guess I'm paranoid it ain't worth your time
(Specificity)
Ooh, i don't know what the hell to do
But if I'm welcome to tell the truth
I guess I wanna put a spell on you
(Specificity)
Shit