Lyrical Breakdown of E.T. (Extraterrestrial) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how OutKast weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "E.T. (Extraterrestrial)" 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 OutKast 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 OutKast's narrative.

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Peep what I say Everyday the sun sets just like clockwork To put the Glock to work And putting the body to standstills Man, it kills me Taking that life is like taking a shit Hit or miss, niggas are playing God Trying to rob and steal That's why ya gotta guard your grill Like a barbecue 'cause them harming you Are just like honeybees swarming you Vocally arming you was my responsibility It's killing me thinking that all these niggas see they flauging Thinking they Steven Seagal and balling Falling to the wayside when ya try to call, I've fallen When we was little nappy headed niggas in the projects But now they carjacks, wait on income tax and unsafe sex Still yet they tend to flex like solo for tha lo-lo Smoke same thing no-no, not this time Niggas around my way can rhyme So fuck that country shit we done a bunch of shit And yes ya heard of this out of this world like E.T Coming across your T.V Extraterrestrial straight from ATL (know what I'm sayin'?) Out of this world Are you alien? Out of this world Are you alien? Out of this world Are you alien? Out of this world Right now I'm smiling, taking advantage of this moment 'Cause there might not be another soon Holding on to memories like roller coaster handle bars Tightly 'cause I'm slightly off my rocker But to you, I may appear to be your average Joe But little do you know that even Joe got problems that he gots to joust with Floating in this game of life despite how out of place you may feel In this race, oh, you just can't quit Ain't that a bitch that be in heat I'm on the beat like cops Only cultivate the stable dirt when I skeet my drops No concentrating knocking other niggas out the box Why? 'Cause in a sense see we all be kind of fly Just can't be scared to spread your wings, head to better things Maybe the mockingbird and nightingale they want to sing Keeping this thing alive, to the table's what we bring We like hailstorms and blizzards in the middle of the spring Extraterrestrial Out of this world Are you alien? Out of this world Are you alien? Out of this world Are you alien? Out of this world