Lyrical Breakdown of Survival - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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This is survival of the fittest

This is do or die

This is the winner takes it all

So take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all

Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared

I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there

From the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends

It was 'bout busting raps and standing for something, fuckin' acronym

Cut the fucking act like you're happy, I'm fucking back again

With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to end?

It ain't over 'til I say it's over, enough when I say enough

Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up

I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves, when the thought

Of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivate at it, wait is up

Hands up like it's 12 noon, nah homie, hold them bitches straighter up

Wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff, came up rough

Came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos, I ain't deflate enough

Last chance to make this whole stadium erupt

'Cause this is survival of the fittest

This is do or die

This is the winner takes it all

So take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all

I can see the finish line with each line that I finish

I'm so close to my goals, I can almost pole vault over the goal post

And if I don't got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough

To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or what?

They said I was washed up and got a blood bath

I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter, I can adjust

Plus, I can just walk up to a mic and just bust

So, floor's open if you'd like to discuss

Top 5 in this mothafucka and if I don't make the cut, what?

Like I give a fuck but I light this bitch up like I'm driving a truck

Through the side of a pump, 0 to 60 hop in and gun it

Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping 'em up

And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut

And I look like I might just give up, eh, might've mistook

Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow, I'm stabbing myself

With a fucking knife in the gut, while I'm wiping my butt

'Cause I just shitted on the mic and I like getting cut

I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut

'Cause I'mma fight 'til I die or win, biting the dust, it'll just make me angrier

Wait, let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quitting

Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut

It's survival of what?

This is survival of the fittest

This is do or die

This is the winner takes it all

So take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all

So take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all

So get your ideas, stack your ammo

But don't come unless you come to battle, now mount up, jump in the saddle

This is it, it's what you eat, sleep, piss and shit

Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this

Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't defuse the wick

If I don't do this music shit, I'll lose my shit

Ain't got shit to lose, it's the moment of truth

It's all I know how to do as soon as I get thrown in a booth, I spit

But my respect is overdue, I'm showing you the flow no one do

'Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit

So there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other trade

So you'd better trade your fucking mics in for some tool-box-es

'Cause you'll never take my pride from me, it'll have to be pried from me

So pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers

But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to buh-lieve

Cause this is something that I must use to succeed

And if you don't like me then fuck you

Self-esteem must be fucking shooting through the-roof cause trust me

My skin is too thick and bullet proof to touch me

I can see why the fuck I disgust you

I must be allergic to failure, 'cause everytime I come close to it

I just sneeze but I just go atchoo then A-chieve

This is survival of the fittest

This is do or die

This is the winner takes it all

So take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all

So take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all