Lyrical Breakdown of Run Up the Racks - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Run Up the Racks" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 21 Savage weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Run Up the Racks" 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 21 Savage employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Southside
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you
Countin' hunnits, yeah nigga
Diamonds froze, chill nigga
I went platinum independent then I signed my deal, nigga
Young nigga, 17, all he do is kill, nigga
And I'm drinking on that mud like a oil spill, nigga
Gucci jacket, oh yeah
Saint Laurent, oh yeah
Bust down, cost a hunnit, nigga, that's a trophy
Balling like I'm Kobe
Shoot you like Ginobili
Sitting on the court side, never in the nosebleed
In the hot box yeah, with a hot Glock, yeah
In the trap car yeah, get your block shot, yeah
When it's time to blow smoke, we do not stop, yeah
Pulled up in paradise, they got them Glocks out, yeah (yeah)
Time to blast off, mask off like I'm mad dog
Turned it to a murder trap
Then robbed 'em for a bag dog
Police always fucking with a nigga 'cause I'm black, dawg
Full court press, we won't show your ass no slack, dawg
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it, nigga
'Nother nigga dead, now the family scared
Tryna duck the feds, tryna duck the feds
Paint the city red, paint the city red
Glocks in the mattress, choppers in the shed
Broad day smoke, late night smoke
All day smoke, bitch we want the smoke
I'm from the east side where they cutthroat
Young niggas killing, and they taking dope
And they taking chains, they not taking knifes
Gang gang gang, nigga, gang gang
Pause the beat, free my niggas in the chain gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it, nigga
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it
Run up them racks I'm doin' it, nigga
Southside
Metro Boomin' want some more, nigga