Lyrical Breakdown of Looking Down The Barrel (Egon Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Looking Down The Barrel (Egon Remix)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Beastie Boys weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Looking Down The Barrel (Egon Remix)" 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 Beastie Boys 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 Beastie Boys's narrative.
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Rolling down the hill I'm snowballing getting bigger
An explosion in the chamber the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed, I watched the blood spill out
He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout
24 is my age and .22 is my gauge
I'm writing rhymes on a page, I'm goin' off in a rage
'Cause I'm out on a mission a stolen car mission
Had a small problem with the transmission
3 on the tree in the middle of the night
I have this steak on my head 'cause I got into a fist fight
Life comes in phases take the good with the bad
You bought the coins on the street holmes and you know you got had
Because it's all high spirit, you know you gotta' hear it
Don't touch the mic baby don't come near it
It's gonna get you, it's gonna get you
It's gonna get you girl it's gonna get you
Lookin' down the barrel of a gun
Son of a gun, son of a bitch
Getting paid, getting rich
Ultra violence be running through my head
Cole Madenia y'all makin' me see red
Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets
I'ma' die harder like my kid Bruce Willis
I love girlies waxin' and milkin'
Coordinating chimp is my man Dave Scilken [(Smokie)]
Predetermined destiny is who I am
You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam
I am like Clockwork Orange goin' off on the town
I've got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down
Well I'm mad at my desk and I'd be writing all curse words
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
You're a headless chicken chasin' a sucker freebasin'
You're looking for a fist to put your face in
Well get hip get hip don't slip you knuckle heads
Racism is schism on a serious tip