Lyrical Breakdown of PANIC ROOM! - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "PANIC ROOM!" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how JPEGMAFIA weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "PANIC ROOM!" 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 JPEGMAFIA 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 JPEGMAFIA's narrative.
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It's alright
Hit to work with the Chucks, young Mr. Miyagi
Put your worth on my bucks, I'm catching a body
We doing him sloppy, niggas be pasting my style (cool)
We cuttin' the copy, original don dada
My pop was a zombie, when I tour I feel like Booty Talk 17
I been walking dead for too long, for too many seasons
Niggas be buggin' at Peggy, too wrong for too many reasons
I'm just tryna to get a bag up (facts)
Rappers in this industry, creatively in handcuffs (damn)
When I scream out "cracker" I be shakin' out the dandruff (sheesh)
Shave my head at night 'fore I start working on my stanzas
Kegels, gotta keep this pussy tight
It's passion, this style got no sequels, Peggy found no equals
I'm runnin' through these packs 'til I find a beat as good as people
Give that bitch an elbow
How Peggy only five-nine with sticks as big as diesel?
My puppies told me feed you, these bulldogs, they gon' eat you
All doggies die at point range, this flick ain't got no sequel
You joke like Key and Peele do
Banana clips gon' peel you
Monkey business to major moves
Put him in the sky where the angels groove
Sucka-ass nigga, I ain't playin' with you
Damn, boy, who claimin' you?
Why your niggas ain't stay with you?
You know this ACOG got wicked zoom
Got these niggas lookin' like panic room
Yeah, I got these niggas lookin' like panic room, yeah
Okay, karma is a funny bitch, she gonna find you and
All the things you said ran through my head like t.A.T.u. and
You ain't gotta act like you ain't scared, get comfortable
No, I don't want your consent, nigga I'ma pull this dick on you
No, we ain't gon' work it out, ho, do I look like Stacker 2?
If you do me wrong, I catch your man then he responsible
Take two, De La Soul, rollin' by and scrape you, ha
That's for thinking that we was cool, ha (brrt)
Caught this nigga without a tool, huh
Baby, you're looking like a fool, hm