Lyrical Breakdown of Animals - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Dr. Dre feat. Anderson .Paak weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Animals" 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 Dr. Dre feat. Anderson .Paak 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 Dr. Dre feat. Anderson .Paak's narrative.

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These old sneakers, faded blue jeans No tricks no gimmicks, I be stomping down down down down down demons Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast Where the people disagree, the upper class hate Middle don't exist, the bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks Are you jumping on a fad, laying in a ditch I be stomping down demons, stomping down quick, come on The police don't come around these parts They tell me that we all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on Bullets still ringing, blood on the cement Black folks grieving, headlines reading Tryna pay it no mind, you just living your life Everyone is a witness, everyone got opinions Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes I ain't living in fear but I'm holding him tight Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes I ain't living in fear but I'm holding him tight Damn, why the fuck are they after me? Maybe cause I'm a bastard Or maybe cause of the way my hair grow naturally Still tryna figure out, why the fuck I'm full of rage I think I know this is bullshit right around the fifth grade Paraphernalia in my locker right next to the switch blade Nothing but pussy on my mind and some plans of getting paid (Ay) But I'm a product of the system raised on government aid And I knew just how to react when it was time for that raid (whoa) Just a young black man from Compton wondering who could save us And could barely read the sentences the justice system gave us So many rental cars [?], I think they probably funded Avis Some of us was unbalanced but some us used our talents Not all of us criminals but cops be yelling, "Stay back nigga!" We need a little bit of payback Don't treat me like an animal cause all this shit is flammable Don't fuck around cause when it's done it's done (Fuck you!) And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day But that don't make it okay And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane But you don't know our pain The police don't come around these parts They tell me that we all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on The police don't come around these parts They tell me that we all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on These old sneakers, faded blue jeans No tricks no gimmicks, I be stomping down down down down down demons Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast Where the people disagree, the upper class hate Middle don't exist, the bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks Are you jumping on a fad, laying in a ditch I be stomping down demons, stomping down quick, come on And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day But that don't make it okay And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane But you don't know our pain The police don't come around these parts They tell me that we all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on The police don't come around these parts They tell me that we all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on Yeah, this is DJ motherfuckin' Premier And I'm Dr. Dre (Dr. Dre) What, Premo! Yeah we fuckin' shit up No, we don't play no games here Mother fucker please! Aftermath One of the reasons that me and you click We don't lose, I always win Let's face it you basic boy For realer Professional winners For realer