Lyrical Breakdown of Torture - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Remember one time, dawg, this fiend owed the boss Put Peanut Butter on her pussy, let his pits lick it off Back when I was living on Flanders Seen another dope fiend beat another with a hammer Remember at the park, seen a nigga at a payphone Got rocked in his dome, momma picked me up and ran home Was like fucking seven years old When I first seen a fiend try to light a rock off the stove Damn near burned his top lip off, so my mind ticked off Desensitized to a lotta things, mind would drift off Wish it was what I seen on tv, I snapped outta that Unc beating on my auntie Gunshots outside was sorta like fireworks We know they ain't fireworks, its december 21'st Cold winter with a kerosene heater on the couch so cold Can't take off your sneakers And it's torture Look in my mind and see the horrors All the shit that I've seen Nigga, it's torture Look in my mind and see the horrors All the shit that I've seen Nigga, it's torture Look in my mind and see the horrorss All the shit that I've seen I feel like a prisoner of war Reacting sporadically to what the mind absorb Probably need a shrink, can't get a wink So I smoke a lot of kush and pop a Xanax to sleep Close my eyes, look up, fiend said 1 for 8 Can tell that I scared him by the look on my face Reached in my pocket served him nervous as a surgeon Can't believe where I'm at 'pose be writin's Heard a knock at the do', 'Nother fiend wanted fo' Gave him what he came for, told him go to the sto' Lemme get a box a box of Swishers, Faygo Cola Gave his ass another stone now guess what it's over He ain't come back, before I could look back I heard the wood on the door crack, and they yelling police With this work up in my jeans man this a bad dream And it's torture Look in my mind and see the horrors All the shit that I've seen Nigga, it's torture Look in my mind and see the horrors All the shit that I've seen Nigga, it's torture Look in my mind and see the horrorss All the shit that I've seen