Lyrical Breakdown of Slow Your Roll - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Slow Your Roll" 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 "Slow Your Roll" 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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Guess who? Moose shit! D-12 World! D-Twizzy! You don't got a reason to want no beef You don't got no ends to justify no means You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause You don't got the balls to feed no trolls So whatever it is you're thinking has got you gassed You better start rethinking and thinking it fast Ain't nobody told ya, homie, you all a ass You better pump them brakes and let off the gas It's slow, you know Tennis to a menace to many, I'm not friendly You get shot in a Kennedy fashion, pop willingly You walkin' around with Pop's identity, I'm a mockery You about to watch what it's finna be I'm not mentally focused, but lyrically we got it locked And it's not about droppin' albums, I sock a nigga on the spot You can't help me but to imagine this walkin' massacre A madman strapped with a magnum, blow that spasm out your back And just stand there and snatch a medallion See, I can't fit in, nigga, that cannot happen The immaculate Mack Handler That got this rappin' by the back of his neck, a scavenger I'm a threat and you feel me like a handful of syringes I'm ill enough to scream at your front door, blow it off the hinges A marksman, a depressed marksman Gotta walk and consume your body They catch me shootin' up your carcass, so don't provoke shit I wish the whole mankind was a neck so I can choke it ferocious And you ain't gon' be knowin' where your folks is Fuck the milk cartons and posters, it's over, they gone Instead of diggin' the ditch, I'ma see a field This river can get, even bitches get hit I'm raw talk on all fours, I'm barkin' with long claws You fight for the wrong cause, your boss with long jaws You ain't in my bracket, bitch, followin' faggots With wanks, the tats on they ass, see it You slubs need to do what he love and just play the back Before I put a sword on your head like a raider cap You bustles playin' back, leave your hood layin' flat You don't got a reason to want no beef You don't got no ends to justify no means You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause You don't got the bones to feed no jaws So whatever it is you're thinkin' has got you gassed You better start re-thinkin' and thinkin' it fast Ain't nobody told ya, homie, you owe a ass You better pump them bricks and let off the gas And slow your roll Pull up, blue Caddy truck Blow up, blow up, be the handicapped bitch up Fuck butter, I kill the DJ I don't need you, bitch, I got an instant replay Lay down, bitch, get butt naked And fuck if I act, I'm tryna nut in two seconds All around the world, fuck with different cliques You ain't got no weed, get the fuck out my room, bitch We calm, but I still on niggas like I was klepto Put that calm shit to your head like you was Destro Why stop, nigga, why not pop, niggas, we cop figures Keep the toast like I hop, nigga, we breathe dope, so be alert Or get them guns on your chest like a welcome to the hood t-shirt Let's go back, before throwbacks, before Joe Sachs I used to blow hats, but this'll find you like a low jack I'm hopeless, a ferocious dosage of dope shit A culprit of culture and a chaotic commotion Cannibal on bullshit, off of the map, I'm posted Knock you out of your penny, locals, fuck that ho shit You don't got a reason to want no beef You don't got no ends to justify the means You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause You don't got the balls to fit in them jaws So whatever it is you're thinking has got you gassed You better start rethinking and thinking it fast Ain't nobody told y'all, homie, you oughta ask You better fucking break some of the dust So I'm pointing fingers to the ground, throw my weights to the left On me, two knuckles shaped like an M upside down And you bet me on your Ps and Qs, people we cease to use No one sees your views, so now you seize exclusives And put it in your little magazine with you, shit Know that was the most desperate thing that you could Pull out of your crotch, you faggots, all of us smarts And start doing heritage lines for as much as you gossip Like bitches for Oscars, y'all actresses 45s make bodies flip like flabby tits Bullets coming at you, doing like a buck-oh-six Now what the fuck you gonna do to get up out of this shit? Your record was up selling ten years ago, you dumb bitch Do the math, you'll never have a shady aftermath Bring your naff kinda stuff to back that ass up So back that ass up, let me clap that ass up You don't got a reason to win the beef You ain't got no wins, it's just a file of means You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause You don't got the balls to fit in them jaws So whatever it is you're thinking has got you gassed You better start rethinking and thinking it fast Ain't nobody told you, homie, you owe the ass You better pump them bricks and let off the gas And slow your roll