Lyrical Breakdown of December 24 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "December 24" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Earl Sweatshirt weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "December 24" 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 Earl Sweatshirt 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 Earl Sweatshirt's narrative.

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It is surely time that the speech of the Black culture of America be Recognized as a genuine dialect of English. It is in every sense of the word... Yeah, uh, uh, uh Allen with the picked 'fro, answer in the outlet Alley-oopin' all the shit home Powered-up, out for the assist Don't panic when it get cold, we go at it, ho How you want them ribs smoked, family? Uh Ten toes, know you on your shit already Big stone, granite and your fist balled Standin' on the strip Don't panic when the pig come Scramble, get the big tall fetti, and then get home Tally up—tally up the wins though Don't think he said he pro-violence But it's gon' be your problem if he did, though I lived out the way, ayy Palace where the Crips stay Silent when the pigs came browsin' in his shit Bang like two mallets, too callous for your bitch taste 'Member when they had my grandmammy on a drip drink How much of that gin straight? Could have filled a fish tank My doggy hit my cell, say he got me off the strength Ask him, "That's just how it is?" say "You die and then you live, huh?" Your heart and then your limbs break Just catch me when I slip, bro What's poppin'? Like a hip bone I told you, these niggas passin' like the Citgo We passin', niggas know we keep the gas inside the spliff roll The wind get the ashes in the end, bro We been took your pass and your credentials, uh Bad apple, daily clashin' with my kinfolk Bad acid did damage to my mental Show you right, it took some passages to get grown They been called me savage from the get go Uh