Lyrical Breakdown of Eclipse - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Eclipse" 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 "Eclipse" 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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Take no prisoners Let's make more chips and whip the brakes off niggas shit Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Say goodbye to my openness, total eclipse And my shine that I'm gonna miss, hold this shit in Open my lens, my eyes shut, my soul is a missile The sign send me closer to ends My mind-state sober, damn Over the pit, poking the flames Hoping I don't total my shit, that's me though Play the game no cheat code Had to dish 'em a free throw Ya mouth running when you depose Facts is running on the peak Throwing stumble clinary trees, bro The heard hungry gotta eat Why its so muddy in the creek port Threes fours coming by the fleet Keep low, peace, preach it Ain't so sunny by the motherfucking beach The say so, gonna phone the number on the screen Keep low, can't nobody see me sleep I make more money on my motherfucking feet Yeah, uh Take no prisoners Let's make more chips and whip the brakes off niggas shit Take no prisoners Let's make more chips and whip the brakes off niggas shit Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Say goodbye to my openness, total eclipse And my shine that I'm gonna miss, hold this shit in Open my lens, my eyes shut, my soul is a missle The sign send me closer to ends