Lyrical Breakdown of Interlude - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Interlude" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Cypress Hill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Interlude" 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 Cypress Hill 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 Cypress Hill's narrative.

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I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye

Hug my kids, tell em I love em, my mouth, hit the fried

I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do I lay

Where you never know, if you'll be makin it home today

So many different attitudes, that I come across

I'm hard to console tonight, feeling nobody's lost

Hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets

Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat

Bound gagged raped, I'm frustrated, I hate it

Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated

Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie

Sometimes I gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why

Don't I get hurt, cause there go my nerves, I got the urge

To merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain

What a fuckin shame, I don't wanna live, I paint the wall

With the bloodstains, eye of the pig, I see it all

The eye of the pig

DJ Muggs cuts and scratches'This pig' from Pigs

I've been on the force, over twenty years, I can say

That I'm worse, than some of these motherfuckers I put away

I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law

Lookin through the eye of the pig, I see it all

Drug abusers, drug dealers and the gang-bangin

Pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin news hangin

These days you can't tell who's-who in the world

Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl?

Fuck, I need a drink, and I'm almost off

At the precinct, it's like an AA meeting all gone wrong

I.A. got an eye, on my close friend guy

For takin a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy

That doesn't concern me, we never rat on each other

We went through the academy, just like frat brothers

Midnight, I only have an hour left on my shift

Think I'll get my dick SUCKED by this basshead bitch

My marriage is all FUCKED, my wife is with the neighbors

Subpeonaed, now I gotta sign these fuckin divorce papers

I recall, happier times, before the fall

Look into the eye of the pig, I see it all

Now I'm on my way, back to the station to check out

So I can go home, relax, take a drink and think about

My abrupt change, out of the clean, to the corrupt

Look into the eye of the pig, I'm all fucked

No longer can I determine, who's the criminal

From the innocent man down, to the pedophile

No one gives a fuck about me, I'm slippin

Into darkness, I'm comin to grips and feelin heartless

Watch this, a dark green truck, tinted windows

Duly modified, probably a dope dealer inside

"Pull it over to the curb, take your keys out "

And raise your hands out the window and get em in high position

Don't move, or I'm gonna blast your fuckin head off

Just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off

Don't give me that bullshit, I've heard about your raps

All you talkin about is slangin and shootin off the scraps

OK, Mr. Freeload, get the FUCK out of the truck

I love it how all you fuckin rappers think it's so funny

Hit the FUCKIN floor, I need no probable cause

You got a big sack of coke in your truck (what?) so take a pause

You find it funny? Get that smile off your face

Motherfucker take this