Lyrical Breakdown of The Inaugration - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Inaugration" 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 "The Inaugration" 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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Ladies and Gentlemen of the Southern States of America
We Are Gathered Here Today To Bring You The Beginning Of A New Era
And Now The Speaker Of The South, Jay Prince.
(Jay Prince)
Ahh yeaaah
Rap a -lot back in the house, once again
With the trillest of the trill, Bun B, the new President of the South
Yo Bun, it's yo time,
and we dedicate this one to all our brothers and sisters,
who suffer, at the hands of the innocent
(Bun B)
It's been a long time comin' but it finally came,
for Bun B to get his muthafuckin' shot at the game.
I put mo' work in than the average trill nigga can put,
and I'm a gangsta from my head to my foot, blacker than soot.
I got the Hood behind me,
the Streets co-signed me, head? in the ghetto,
mayn you know where to find me.
The mission is laid out,
and the vision is clear,
from this moment I run the South,
and everything down here.
That go from corners to cuts,
trap spots to blocks,
whether it's rappin' or work,
I got the shit on lock.
I ain't all with that back talkin', sneak this in a plexion,
I'ma tell ya how I feel 'cause I'm a God Damn Texan.
'Bout time for me to start eliminatin' the frauds,
'cause it's a White House of cards,
and it's filled with broads
We gone run them hoes out and bring them Trill niggas in,
cause what happened in New Orleans should never happen again.
They be sittin' on they ass doin' much about nothing,
for too God Damn long, and I'm tired of the frontin'.
I'ma instigate a change from the muthafuckin' top,
'cause this bullshit they pullin' on my people gotta stop.
So I'm here to make a stand,
and take up the slack,
Dirty South rest easy,
I gotcha muthafuckin' back.
It's a new king on the throne,
and his chrown is a hat,
that says FREE PIMP C,
now what's fuckin' with that?
Hail to the chief