Lyrical Breakdown of Silent Hill - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Silent Hill" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kodak Black weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Silent Hill" 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 Kodak Black 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 Kodak Black's narrative.
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(Hey) oh, yo
Why? Oh why? Oh why? Oh why you keep - with me?
You gon' make me jump out my skin, believe me
Push these - off me like, "Huh"
Push these - off me like, "Huh"
Push these - off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes
I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh," yeah
Aha, I be immune to - (aha)
Tucking the broom and - (aha)
They want to assume and - (aha)
Know you a choke, my - close
I howl at the moon and - (aha)
Know the results, the ballot is in, man, I'm 'bout to boom again (aha)
You funny, dog
Peek-a-boo, can't hide behind your money, dog
A week or two, I meditate on runnin' lost
Swerve, swerve, swerve, shake the currents off, yeah
Push these - off me like, "Huh"
Push these - off me like, "Huh"
Push these - off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes
I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh," yeah
Head up, chest out
Silence, I'm stressed out
Shh, be quiet, I'm stressed out
Stressed out, stressed out, stressed-
Pick my daughter up, she need all the love
I need all the love, I mean all of us
It's like six o'clock - you talk too much
You makin' it awkward, love
I mean, it's hard enough, I mean, it's-
They don't - with me even if they could
Pull out the stick, hit a - with the wood
First to park Rolls-Royce, 'vert in the hood
Don't worry about us, over here we good
The AP Roman numeral, everywhere I go, I need pharmaceuticals
I ran my whole conglomerate, I was just mappin' - out in the cubicle
Suicide coupe was a funeral, Trackhawk launch like a slingshot
Big ol' ruby diamond on my pinky finger, that - look like a Ring Pop
Money on my mind, money on your head
Can't ride three times while you comin' through the 'jects
Red Cross kept a - fed
In the studio with K. Dot fresh out the feds
Yeah, you - can't stand the rain, you - don't stand a chance
Yeah, Chevrolet candy paint, I spin the bend in the Benz
I caught a bale off a Google app
I'm the type to get my shooter whacked
I had to survive off a tuna pack
Five percent tint on the whip like, "Who was that?"
Coupe take off like it's mad
Beat the - with a fork, I'm whippin' up Sudafed, I'm doin' scams in the lab
Every Thursday, girl's day, spendin' time with my daughter, make me go harder
Every Sunday's son's day, teach my boy to be a man, I ain't had no father
Fell in the love with the block, I ain't have no pop, just a sawed-off shotgun, Mossberg
We stackin' that money up proper, awkward diamonds, look like marbles
Audemars water, aqua, beatin' the block up 'til we spot 'em
I don't want your ice, boy, I want your life, but - it, I still might rob 'em (yo)
Push these - off me like, "Huh"
Push these - off me like, "Huh"
Push these - off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes
I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh," yeah
Head up, chest out
Silence, I'm stressed out
Shh, be quiet, I'm stressed out
Stressed out, stressed out, stressed out