Lyrical Breakdown of Pyramid - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Metabolize on the scattered snare With the banana pies that he don't like Like mosquito bites on the shins or ankles In the end it bends Let's begin and pretend it's tranquil Upset stomach on the boat to Lucerne to see the lion Carved in the wall by the paw, nigga To commemorate the soldier dying over old divines Ergo some empire, not to inch but the entire More pills mean more spills bout the whore house with the extra door To let the divorced out with force And of the course routes, of course Cleopatra speaking patois with a mouth full of that jerk chicken With human heads for the curse lifting Onion bread with the shine to it It's up and fair to the fine stupid But she ain't dumb, at least she know that he ain't fun And neither's Europe, even to the Middle Eastern tourist With all the spend by the drum [?] How many millionaires can the slums hold? Potentially all of us, this whole plane and all the bus As juggernauts bust through a wall of trust You strain to see through the fog of dust Like spaghetti for the meatballs Of [?] immaculates Head over heels like the back is flip Japanese [?] Love labours, get her backstage like the judge chambers Everyone under the sun loves hugs from a young stranger Or do us, or fool us On boats in the Bay of Pigs Runaways way with the wayward kids And the underpaid slaves from Jamaican gigs Don't shoe us, cause we ain't Bush We ain't huffs don't boo us cause we ain't cooked But who else could the foo-foo up In this book I mean, dumplings with dark continents Dumb things even bar common sense Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes a terpene intertwines with the turban Rhymes with turbans and removes the minds of serpents Detergents, deterrents and permits, to build a hut Twerk team, Operation Build-a-Butt Great like [?] the sleeve As a king breathes through a silver sieve Jack and Jill ain't up that hill enough Filtering lean through a gold grill Theorize things from [?] hills The came became what that po' kills [?] drills in that hotel, that'll all spill Looking at space from a submarine Putting that bass in the club machine Pushing that cake till that mushin ass face and no love between Fancy ass man wearing glove and rings Flying round town in a tub of wings Found out how to make love to fiends She mixing that [?] with the drug of dreams She too teenaged to have a drug of choice But she fuck with that Royce like she love Detroit She wrote