Lyrical Breakdown of Life As... - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Aaah, get the burner, uhh, the burner, let loose the cannon Blood drippin, slippin off my planet Man, the panic, funkmode Mechanical mix flows competition in my dojo Swing a hook, got the vertabrae, be brave Heat gain meltin on my heatwave Power to the crowd, pandemonium Showin em how I gets down Chorus: The life of a killer is scandalous The life of a killer is dangerous *Repeat* Triggedy, sky high like a kite God diggity, every other cloud's blue Puff on a, yeah, puff on a Bring it on, off, on, baby one-two Peep in the arena, death at your doorstep Right around the corner is the land of regret When ya sweat to get down, sweat to get off and on Till the... nothin normal bout my songs Chorus x2 LL Cool, J jazzy jewel Takin dime pieces to the real school I got em on nations buckin like fools Pitbulls fightin over streets I rule Catch it if you can when it's hot ta hit'cha hand Throw ya skunks in the air, my funk got the flair, man I can do division, baby I can do math Multiplying fractions now ya know the half Knuckle games played, must pack steel Oh yes I'm livin like real To the highest extent, bloody clothes doin battle Til the death of my foes, it's my show Chorus x2