Lyrical Breakdown of Put Em In The Ground - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Put Em In The Ground" 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 "Put Em In The Ground" 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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Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Nigga 'bout to run up in your house and get rough
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Nigga 'bout to run up in your house and get rough
Every morning I wake up in a bad mood
Attitude fucked up, he's a bad dude
No emotion, numb, wanna lace 'em up
Step out the door like a warrior facing up (what)
Embrace fate, can't wait till I see your brains
You can't look into my eyes shot me to sleep
I'm made of stone, you got a heart of glass, keep your distance
I set the tone on the crested moon, soon, bitches
Growing up in the cut, soaking gangs vital
So insane, pick your brain - cannibal style
The nightmares that I'm living wouldn't wish on you
Pieces rare like the steak that he piss on you
Putting up racks bitch, I hope you fall off
Squeeze, click, bang - body gets hold off
Send the dogs on you 'fore you get slaughter
I'm laughing at you, when I hit my J i'm all off
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Nigga 'bout to run up in your house and get rough
Stay the course
Staying hungry but your fear is what I fed on
What I'm holdin'? Dumb if you pop your chest
Lights out, see the exco family crest
Broken dreams what I see when my eyes open
Like it's Monday and I'm just going through the motions
See the dream, I want the nightmares come to life
Fighting my demons, heard a voice, coming to the light
Soul burning like coal in a steam engine
Silence my enemies swift with a clean endin'
The way Terry looking for somethin' upliftin'
Intoxicated by the blind lust, fuck sleepin'
I was raised like a Nomad, stay driftin'
Two wheels, sideways bitch, heart skippin'
I'm fire with the ice, hit you twice, no quarter
Eliminate these motherfuckers in no order (yeah)
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground