Lyrical Breakdown of Runnin (feat. A$AP Ferg & Nicki Minaj) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Runnin (feat. A$AP Ferg & Nicki Minaj)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Runnin (feat. A$AP Ferg & Nicki Minaj)" 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 A$AP Rocky employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Came up out the mud, brush the dirt off of me
Going hard, hit them where it hurts, kill them softly
Bone stretch tryna clear my mind, even smoke less
Hopelessness, but I'm in this shit for flesh
Talk reckless, coming for your neck, no strep throat
Runnin', runnin', runnin' this shit, both legs broke
Runnin' 'round town, yeah, they coming for my head though
Funny thing about it, they don't always see my head though
Schizo, maniac I'm fiending to go klepto
So hands-on, kinda hard for me to let go
Let go, stacking presidents like a LEGO
Would introduce you to my friends but they dead though
(Came up out the mud, brush the dirt off of me)
Ayo
Runnin', runnin', runnin', I'ma take it like a klepto
Anybody want it, they can get it, come correct though
Talk behind my back but when they see me it's respect though
Still got the crown, so I never give a F though
Everything is wavy, I'ma hit 'em with the breast stroke
Then I'ma get high, I'ma get the best dope
Yeah, I make the rules, I ain't following the dress code
I-I ain't do the mess though, I'ma put a hex though
I-I ain't with the hugs and kisses, don't do the XO
Soon as the bell go ding, doe
I'll be in the ring though, we can shoot cinco
Look at all these clowns, how they studying my lingo
Peaking out the window, but they'll never win though
Came up out the mud, brush the dirt off of me
Going hard, hit them where it hurts, kill them softly
Bone stretch tryna clear my mind, even smoke less
Hopelessness, but I'm in this shit for flesh
Talk reckless, coming for your neck, no strep throat
Runnin', runnin', runnin' this shit, both legs broke
Runnin' 'round town, yeah, they coming for my head though
Funny thing about it, they don't always see my head though
I'ma flex, yes, I'm the best, I'm the veteran (yeah)
In the Lex', yes, big baguettes in my necklace (woo)
In his head, neck, in his chest he gon' catch a fist (right)
I go deck, deck, break his leg, do it effortless (yeah)
In the ring, ain't no fucking game, ain't no Tetris
Hit him, bang, I'ma shake his brain, I'm gon' never rest (durrrr)
Man, I'm air, I'm the fucking champ, I can't fail at this (woo-woo)
Money dance, by the million bands, I got hella grip (durrrr)
Hella chips with a lot of chics coming by the clique
More sex with the Rolex, come without a tip (Yeah)
More grip when the dough flip, gimme more lick
Whole fist break his whole shit, tuck up lil' bitch
Gettin' fit, I'ma win the chip, watch 'em catch a fit