Lyrical Breakdown of Bulls On Parade - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Denzel Curry weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bulls On Parade" 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 Denzel Curry 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 Denzel Curry's narrative.

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Come with it now Come with it now The microphone explodes, shattering the molds Either drop the hits like de la O or get the fuck off the commode With the sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop Drop and don't copy yo, don't call this a co-op Terror rains drenching, quenching the thirst Of the power dons - that five sided Fist-a-gon The rotten sore on the face of Mother Earth gets bigger The triggers cold empty your purse Rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells Weapons, not food, not homes, not shoes No need, just feed the war cannibal animal I walk the corner to the rubble, that used to be a library Line up to the mind cemetery now What we don't know keeps the contracts alive and moving They don't gotta burn the books, they just remove 'em While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells Rally 'round the family, pocket full of shells Rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells Listen Birds chirpin', dogs barkin', kids missin', milk cartons Soul dark as black markets, war is startin', more is sparkin' Historic prophets praise Muhammad Diff'rent Strokes, Philip Drummond Gave me crack, like I'm plumbin', Jesus Christ, second comin' Cut myself, now I'm numbin', never scared, never runnin' Chosen one, I'm one hunnid, pray for me, pray for London Guilty me, he ain't done and gun me down, all for nothin' President in abundance, president is a puppet Gotta hate it, gotta love it, pass a class, I rise above it Wise enough, advise the public, pistol bust, screamin' "fuck it" Donald Trump, Donald Duck, what the fuck is the difference? Now we stuck, in a rut, this ain't what I envisioned What is what? What is guts when you don't have intuition? Not a saint, not a sin, tell me what's my real religion? Genocide, Genesis, they say it's a new beginning I'm a sinner, you a sinner, I can see the devil grinning Rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells Bulls on parade Come with it now Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade