Lyrical Breakdown of Run It Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Busta Rhymes weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Run It Up" 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 Busta Rhymes 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 Busta Rhymes's narrative.

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Don't Don't run away Though I need it right away Money on my mind today Don't let anything get in my way City moves on my say so Only count it in blue faces We get the pesos We'll begin the money go I can't leave my crib without the blicky, know who I am to my city Showed her how to run it up, and she got her some titties Now she treat me like I'm Diddy Bougie now, she don't even deal wit' bums She know the difference, that ain't real runtz They wanna know who runnin' up the most I don't know, shittin' me, I'm barely on the coast Everythin' about me ultra Ridin' for the city and I do it for the culture Lounge chair chillin' while I sip on a mimosa Makin' statures of the kid wit' bangers playin' out the sculpture I heat up shit like strikin' matches light the sulfur I rep the City right while killin' niggas like a oulster Gettin' money while you hang with niggas like a poster Got a black team of bosses, like we took 'em back to Tulsa Nigga got 'em fired up and wired up You know the way we do it bitch, you know we back to wil' it up again Fried up and sizzled, everythin' up in these motherfuckin' streets And get this money back and pile it up again Tired of you niggas that be talkin' like you walkin' with your talk But why you niggas out here lyin' to us again? No matter where you search and try to find a duplicate See we when we goin', see you ain't never ever findin' us again I can't leave my crib without the blicky, know who I am to my city Showed her how to run it up, and she got her some titties Now she treat me like I'm Diddy Bougie now, she don't even deal wit' bums She know the difference, that ain't real runtz They wanna know who runnin' up the most I don't know, shittin' me, I'm barely on the coast Yeah, everybody gotta thank us Eager for the hottest shit, got 'em kinda anxious Got it from the bottom, now I'm friends with all the bankers And got so much bags of money, gotta pull up with the tractors Now witness history while sittin' in the rafters A bible documented while I finalize the chapters Need to get to the study it and idolize the master By the way you shit there, let me we revitalize you bastards Let's get back to the feel-good, the real good The shit that serve the street To make the meal good, now everybody follow We do the shit the way we do it like it was the next day Fuckin' up they future, got it packed until tomorrow Remedy to drought but all this drip and when they slip They try to bounce back Lookin' for a pack that they could borrow Fuck 'em up the bar game dangerous, Capella Grey Bringin' back the hook and had to sing it with bravado I can't leave my crib without the blicky, know who I am to my city Showed her how to run it up, and she got her some titties Now she treat me like I'm Diddy Bougie now, she don't even deal wit' bums She know the difference, that ain't real runtz They wanna know who run it up the most I don't know, shittin' me, I'm barely on the coast