Lyrical Breakdown of Interrogation - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Hieroglyphics baby Yeah, yeah! (A-plus) Yo, we delicate precision I erect the prison Make you respect the wisdom Man I'm chillin' with these checks I'm gettin' Cashola when I raps over tracks, yo I mack Just to break a ho back, we spin that ass over Stop hatin' before my dogs mash on ya Niggas claimin' they ballers they can't even sack dosia No model chicks, just a trick, some wack (bova?) No range rover just a moped and a crashed nova Y'all speak hard but then you leave scarred When you see my deep squad it mean you fi'n to meet god Is you a retard, it get heavy when pleas start Snatch your weak broad then we playin' leapfrog (Tajai) Yeah we sometimes explicit Never complicit, bust it I gets busy usin' the arts of mystics Break the shit down then I start to twist it Blow it, into the wind When I touch the microphone it's a win-win, situation You placed in I'm goin' for the ball It's all about concentration and placement Boxin' niggas out rockin' any house Any time, any where, any how, nigga feel me now? Phenomenon, for the mash on the feminine Off the sour mash cobwebs in my calabash Blast on you scalawags Then I'll blow up some power plants Don't have to ask you yo how was that (Tajai) Yeah we inter-continental Multiple mentals, possessive of all essentials Movin' on you minstrels Man this what we off in to This what we was meant to do Uh yeah we inter-continental Ballistic missile Melt bones, flesh and gristle Put away your pistol Cause you gon' feel us when we hit you Nigga we the hiero crew, marks (Casual) Ay, They ain't got the heart to battle us Our challengers stay talentless I'm imbalanced f**kin' (funabulous?) No need to counteract you counter-attack us you're kinda wack Engaged in static with the lymphatic pimp at it Large and the thought you was still swift at it rhythmatic With hard shit Wordsmith versatile while jewel of the nile style 'Ll get you buried They see your picture when they get your obituary You scary-ass low-class ho-ass nigga Broke-ass nigga you don't know cash, nigga (Opio) Aw yeah I'm like side street high speedin' Sharp turnin' Rack and pinion steering veerin' towards the curb & Police runnin', machine-gunnin' Gasoline mark fuhrman, start burnin', leave nothin' No evidence just dead presidents The fed's nemesis treacherous evil residents Who got weapons with scopes on 'em op' squash it They deep as the exorcist tryin' to cause a closed coffin Man I'm on a mic show stoppin' Like a loaned shotgun The rest are so monotonous Pseudo-scientific but you know hiero's infinite F**k a diamond I dominate concentrate (Tajai) Yeah we inter-continental Meditated mind state balanced mental Movin' on you minstrels Mashin' on the instrumental Man that's what we meant to do Uh, yeah we inter-continental Ballistic missile Melt bones, flesh and gristle You ain't fi'n to feel shit when we hit you We into you, this is the hiero crew, marks (Phesto dee) Yeah it's metal gear for the track layer Sword blaze your vertebaes up Swing my laser like a space-age sensei The suckers sashe Backfire on the messiah It's quick draw Rapid fire through your rap attire I side-saddle ya Sciatica straddle your automatics Dazzled 'em with fabulous force that's haphazardous Third-rail ya taggers with flow, hell daggers I nailed raymond, you frail baggage A stale package Sharp hatchet here's johnny Lyrics (rally?) Draw down like salvador dali Out the drawer to the hollies Snatchin' bodies clowns get cracked up at the colli Like niggas tryin' to 720 wind mill into our alley (Pep love) It was written in the stone tablets Hieroglyphics rippin' microphones savage Puttin' imperium on the map bitch Niggas be lettin' they lips flap Speakin' on my crew in front the hoes Dude, what kinda shit's that? You bound to get slapped Car-jacked and pistol smacked And get your bitch kidnapped And I don't even get down like that But word get around quick Guess you wanna hear me spit some town shit Nah I got a different style, in the 99th percentile While you tryin' to get down I been down with real niggas That will make you wig-wiggle While I'm gigglin' stickin' ya chick with the dill pickle, You feel that? (Tajai) We inter-continental You corny niggas always tracin' usin' stencils Mash you mentals I hope you got full-dental Nigga this the hiero crew, marks Yeah we inter-continental Ballistic missle Melt bones, flesh and gristle Movin' on you minstrels Mashin' on the instrumental Nigga this the hiero crew, marks!