Lyrical Breakdown of Tonto - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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[Slick Rick] One day fishing heard Indian drums Saw a brother listen to, wife kissin to Then on another mission to The city of a sister, it was a far distance There was a ranger outta area they needed my assistance Tuesday of the cash, last man that rob pimpy He never returned, I said ok and put the money in the fin And then he bumped into this girl who like that girl that more come Indian How I sex a white trick, jockin me she Indian Comin in on this feet, and comin hopin a chance for ropin in How'd you like to put your Indian tee in my opening So that was a deed, 'cause a nigga wasn't new to this True to this, double barrel slide out the uterus Calm, started singin sad popular songs Took the money and the hon', screamin at the top of her lungs You won a hundred per a reefer, once about to smoke a blunt Know, run wit up fronto, screw a girl pronto, mean Tonto [Indian and horse samples] [Slick Rick] Was extremely pissed, still picturin screwin this I don't know why the fuck I'm doin this New since, on the horse tracks, whose to choose Sad or loose, both thirst or a cactus full of juice All of a sudden, these women like model hoes in Paris Then don't hate me the Indian, I was so embarrassed Don't pull a kid a minute, to give in within a minute Til I seen a shaggy condo, or a couple livin in it Shouldn't have, friendly manner, though she pack her up and ran her Coudln't stand the finer fellas like she wanted some banana Led me to the back of the house, the hands that started trife Used it as my marks and then I nearly had a heart attack Brush it off, deal wit the floss, way past disgusted Said what's the matter granny? Is your blood ass dusted Back in the hunt, now what he want, poor granny offer me a blunt No not without fronto, screw girl pronto mean's Tonto, grandma [Indian and horse samples] [Slick Rick] Found a small timers after all, wasn't her family prone Without my 45, now y'all up against the wall Where's the hooker and the money, here she came, sweatin mind Then the bitch she pull a pistol on my far behind Now she a smartish, should of figured when gettin off the highway So the horse busted in, startin lettin off the shotty Killed the men, slapped the girl, didn't I tell you start traffic Come on Rick, a horse carriage, that's what the fuck happen We the folks, bleadin, size men, I please them Indeed, don't ever touch a killer bitch, no I need her Plan a role, better yet, well is your pole up Signals from the west say what the hell is the holdup Though she scare the honey, hit the switch there's to run it Caught a savage back the hooker, said bitch where's the money Gave it up hunter, she wants a brother so it's fronto That's not what I want, so drop drawers pronto mean's Tonto