Lyrical Breakdown of Sunshowers - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Sunshowers" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how M.I.A. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Sunshowers" 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 M.I.A. 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 M.I.A.'s narrative.
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I bongo with my lingo
And beat it like a wing, yo
To combo, to Colombo
Can't sterotype my thing, yo
I salt and pepper my mango
Shoot spit out the window
Bingo, got him in the thing, yo
Now what? I'm doin' my thing, yo!
Quit bending all my fingo
Quit beating me like you're Ringo
You wanna go?
You wanna win a war?
Like PLO, I don't surrendo!
The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
Are over you, my baby
And sunshowers, I'll be aiming at you
'Cause I'm watching you, my baby
I bongo with my lingo
And beat it like a wing, yo
To combo, to Colombo
Can't sterotype my thing, yo
I checked that mouth on him
Fucking checked my gas on him
I had him, cornered him
Fucking shut that gate on him
Why would you listen to him?
He had his way, I'm bored of him
I'm tired of him
I don't wanna be as bad as him
It's a bomb, yo
So run, yo
Put away your stupid gun, yo
'Cause see though like protocol
Which is why we blow it up 'for we go
The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
Are over you, my baby
And sunshowers, I'll be aiming at you
'Cause I'm watching you, my baby
The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
Are over you, my baby
And sunshowers, I'll be aiming at you
'Cause I'm watching you, my baby
Semi-9 and snipered him
On that wall they posted him
They cornered him
And then just murdered him
He told them he didn't know them
He wasn't there, they didn't know him
They showed him a picture then
"Ain't that you with the Muslims?"
He got Colgate on his teeth
And Reebok Classics on his feet
At a factory he does Nike
And then he helps the family
Beat heartbeat
He's made it to the Newsweek
Sweetheart seen it
He's doing it for the peeps' peace
The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
Are over you, my baby
And sunshowers, I'll be aiming at you
'Cause I'm watching you, my baby
The sunshowers that fall on my troubles
Are over you, my baby
And sunshowers, I'll be aiming at you
'Cause I'm watching you, my baby