Lyrical Breakdown of Let God Sort Em Out/Chandeliers - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Let God Sort Em Out/Chandeliers" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Clipse weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Let God Sort Em Out/Chandeliers" 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 Clipse 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 Clipse's narrative.
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It's always the loudmouths that can't count
The right price, I put the AR in the saint's mouth (yeah) (talk about it)
Bring all the watches and the chains out
Heat come, I'm De Niro, I got the safe house
(This is culturally inappropriate)
Surrounded by niggas with tears that don't drip (talk about it)
That ain't the ghost that you appear to go get
Finally got the courage but you still a whole bitch
The rest of y'all on my six year ago shit
Every move intentional, the links is atypical
Like baseball in D.R., you know what the stick'll do
(This is culturally inappropriate)
We got the drop on your shadow
You know we can get to you
The pen to express my dreams and expertise
And TECs I squeeze, coke spots all over like leprosy
It's a dark spirit tucked behind the flesh you see
Got every single word of the hex I need
The death I breathe, the death I see
Looks so good on ya, the coffin wood on ya
Closed casket 'cause I'm only siccing wolves on ya
Berlinetta horsepower, put them hooves on ya
Blow a half a mil in LV leather goods on ya
We been doing this for eons
While you thirsty trying to figure out who you can spill the tea on
I'm in coffee fields making mil's
You get the chills 'cause this shit is real
Now let me ribbon bowtie your surprise
The feeling that you get when you realize
It was really you that died and we are so alive
Conspiracy theory, you can't believe it's us
Soul leave your body like a fentanyl rush
Dead on your back with your eyes looking up
Chandeliers (this is culturally inappropriate)
Single-handedly boosted rap to its truest place
Fuck speaking candidly, I alone did rejuvenate
Hip-hop into its newest place
Made it cool for Grammy nominated LPs from previous generation MCs
And that rings loud and reverberates
It's not fair to them, I'm thinking I deserve the hate
Bring it, the only thing you killing is precious time
Used to clash with Decepticons, I was dumb, deaf and blind
So cancel me before I unleash the "Panther" me
The pantheon is a family, we some upstanding Gs
The difference between regular spitters and bosses
My principles' high
You need a glimpse of me from satellites in orbit (this is culturally inappropriate)
Tape sabbaticals on avenues
Bring AK's on vacay's when we paddle canoes
Follow the leader, Terminator
Hasta la vista, man of the year, Nasir, rockin' chandeliers