Lyrical Breakdown of Slippin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Slippin" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Three 6 Mafia weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Slippin" 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 Three 6 Mafia 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 Three 6 Mafia's narrative.
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Every time I see you slippin', slippin'
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Ev- every time I see you slippin', slippin'
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Every time I see you slippin', slippin'
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Victims of my devils playground
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Damn I'm about to bust a cap up in these tricks crest
I'm thinkin' deadly yet I'm scopin' with that infrared
Kickin' with the hardest clique, leavin' bodies rottin' up in them ditches
Mane what's a bone if my tongue hits like a ton of brizzicks
Koop's not concerned I let you burn, and burn, and burn
Everything in the prophecy has been demonically read so I learned
Deep in the morgue, lie corpses in the quarters
They wanna face in a line of order, can you place this shit
When you crawled up on the red man
You bounce set up in this bitch
Sittin', sittin' man and thinkin'
Though my dreams I hear little kids screamin'
Poor preachers I waited for hangin'
Which got me like bored in the psycho ward like daily
The 6-6-6 mystery man is takin' me straight to insanity
Could it be a dimension of witches that bring out voices
That issue more tragedies
The seas of cries will soon be turning your fuckin' life over
Left the priest and island bleeding on a four leaf clover
Then I equip enough of these slugs
Got the skull on my wall as I grab the big mug
To drink up a pint of his blood
Every time I see you slippin', slippin'
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Ev- every time I see you slippin', slippin'
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Every time I see you slippin', slippin'
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Victims of my devils playground