Lyrical Breakdown of Rudeboi - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Yeah you know October Oh, I Bless, and you'll be respected Respect the ways of the old 'Cause when a rudeboy has no place for acceptance The day Selassie I come Hear me now Check, check, check out my melody I got the killer flow, call it lyrical felony I got more melanin than Melanie So mothafuck what a fuckboy is tellin' me I'm lit so they inhalin' me Since I'm iller, no man be triller No woman no cry, fuck her, I didn't feel love Past the plantain, take a shot of tequila Selector, come back, rewind, now wheeler I get respect on every road that I travel on 'Cause me not deal with the fuckery of Babylon Them haffi know me, I the don, no lie So mandem back off when we walk by, Selassie I Bless, and you'll be respected Respect the ways of the old 'Cause when a rudeboy has no place for acceptance The day Selassie I come Hear me now We comin' straight from the motherland And it's designed for the mind of my brother man Who put it together, no other man And we came to tell it to the world, we can't keep it undercover, man Roots and culture, shaped up and sculptured No you can't have it back, you pussyclaat vulture You're dealin' bombaclaat business, don't test me now 'Cause man a real shotta, boy, you no stress me now Pass the ganja, inhale the flavor Praise the most high, boy respect your savior Rudeboy behavior, second to none Mandem run when I pum-pum-pum-pum, Selassie I, go Bless, and you'll be respected (yeah) Respect the ways of the old 'Cause when a rudeboy has no place for acceptance (what up) The day Selassie I come Hear me now Murder! Grew up such a rudeboy, now me just a rudeman I am not a human, pocket full of blue man Walkin' 'pon the stars gets me higher than a moon man Send him to his ancestors, family reunion Young Mula, bitch, them no more run with mi squadron Dem say dem some goons, what's a goon to a goblin? Underground King, Likkle Wayne, dreadlock Rasta She say she a queen, she play games, she play possum Tunechi got no ceilings, yeah, but Tunechi got more millions The snake on me two billion, the fuck with the reptilian Hit you from your blindside, got goons in your peripheral Bun B a legend, period, rest in peace Pimp, I sip for you Bless And you'll be respected Respect the ways of the old 'Cause when a rudeboy has no place for acceptance The day Selassie I come Hear me now