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