Lyrical Breakdown of Duran Duran - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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I'm off the top rope Suplexin' you niggas From here on out (Ayo) Just call me Dram' Cena (Statik Selektah) Hahahaha Ayo, I'm presidential, lift the rosie, I'm real posey (Ah) The forty got a nose like Sugar Shane Mosley Shark head zipped up, mistress on my doley Body bags zipped up, twelve slugs, you know it's me (Grr) The only nigga park the Rolls up in Cold Springs (Skrrt) We talkin' prices, damn, my plug had to know it's me (Sniff) We move like ISIS, Prada silks from Milan You pussy, all I got to do is smoke your bodyguard Big shell knock all some bodies off from Ed Hardy On Jeff Hardy, my shooter sniff the yola through a straw We raw, trey pound to your jaw, GxFR We all we got, designer all we rock Scratch the code off the Glock The homie just came home, you can tell by his bop We run the compound load, I'm on his head with a lot (Hmm) Dubai mall, every floor, shoppin' 'til I drop Culture niggas, told Jacob "Ice out this watch" (Woo) Slappin' these niggas, on they knees, beggin' me to stop Louis XIII, third shot, glass baccarat Niggas know me, when bricks was twenty-two a pot (Woo) You a gangster (Gangsta), and you ain't (And you ain't) Too many fuck niggas all in the way (Ah) Livin' godly, that's the plan (That's the plan) Seem like the world in the palm of my hands On the corner, crack in the palm of my hands (Ah) He tried to go against the devil and ran (And ran) I'm in Ibiza, lookin' fly with a tan (Tan) Slide the doors back on the Maybach minivan Duran Duran (Gangsta) Super Flygod