Lyrical Breakdown of Looking through the eye of a pig - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Looking through the eye of a pig" 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 "Looking through the eye of a pig" 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.
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I wake up every morning kiss my wife goodbye hug my kids tell 'em I love 'em I'm out hit the ride. I'm out on patrol in my squad car in LA. where you never know if you'll be making it home today So many different attitudes that I come across I'm harden and scarred and I ain't feeling nobody's loss hustlers, hookers, killers, and thieves out on the street got my mind warped just found another corpse on the beat bound gagged rapes 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 got to take a sniff so I could get by why don't I get help to settle my nerves I got the erg to merge this bullet with my brain release my pain what a fuckin shame I don't wanna live I'll paint the wall with the bloodstains eye of the pig I see it all (hook) Through the eye of the pig.repeat (scratches) I've been on the force over twenty years I can say that I'm worse than some of these mother fuckers I put away I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw above the law looking through the eye of the pig I see it all. drug abusers drug dealin and the gangbang pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin noose hanging. These days you can't tell who's who in the world Is that a shore or is that an innocent young girl. Fuck I need a drink and I'm almost of at the precinct its like an AA meeting all gone wrong. I.A got an eye on my close friend Guy for take supply from evidence from a bust on a buy that doesn't concern me we never rat on eachother we went through the academy just like fratbrothers its midnight I only have an hour left on my shit I think I'll get my dick sucked by this bitch my marriage is all fuck my wife is with the neighbors supeanaed now I gotta sign thse fuckin divorce papers I recall happier times before the fall looking through the eye of the pig I see it all. (hook) Through the eye of the pig.repeat (scratches) Now I'm on my way back to the station to check out so I could go home relax take a drink and think about my abrupt change out of the clean to the corrupt looking through the eye of the pig I'm all fucked no longer can I determine who's the criminal to the innocent man down to the pedafile no one give a fuck about me I'm slippin into darkness I'm coming to grips and feelin heartless What's this a dark green truck tinted windows dually modified probably a drug dealer pulled over to the curb take you key out of the ignition raise your hands out the windows in the get 'em high position don't move or I'll blast your fuckin head off just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off don't give that bullshit I've heard about your raps I'll your talking about is slangin and shooting off your straps okay Mr. B Real get the fuck out of the truck I love it how all you fuckin rappers think you're so tuff get your ass out I don't no probable-cause you got a big sack of coke so take a pause.