Lyrical Breakdown of Ruff Ryders' Anthem - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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This thing right here (yeah) Is for my peoples in the streets (ha, ha) Swizz Beats (uh-huh) And this thing right here (Ruff Ryders) Will get your ass off your feet (remix, c'mon) They call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb I burn 'em all, 'til they all say turn 'em off 'cause these chips, I'ma run 'em all (ha, ha) Chickenheads, know I, be the Colonel 'cause I burn eternal, mixed with the inferno So be careful, 'fore I burn you (yeah) You better learn dude yeah I heard you but I'ma hurt you but you don't know? My versatile, is a virtue Ruff Ryders be the team, which means A lot cream, lot of schemes Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch Better tell your man 'cause I'm too tough Indubitably, too dust Do you bust? 'cause we do You need to ask the people, but quietly But they don't believe until they leave violently Is you buying this? 'cause niggas that purchased is under the dirt kid They call me Drag-On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers (uh-huh) Collabo' wit My dawgs from Yonkers But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame So you better wear your armor, flame on My dawgs gon' stop, your dawgs gon' drop And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop First we had 'em like, "Oh", now they like, "No" What, baby, that's how Ruff Ryders roll (Clue) My dawgs gon' stop, your dawgs gon' drop And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop First we had 'em like, "Oh", now they like, "No" What, baby, that's how Ruff Ryders roll (what?) When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up And keep the burner but if it's hot put my Glock up You know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked Or writin' rhymes, watching Scarface in the hot tub What you wanna bet when I pull it out If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out (woo) Who you know besides 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'? And then give it to a modeling bitch And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time (Clue) Y'all niggas ain't hearin' me out, 'til I pop up Appear in your house, clearin' it out, holiday style Everybody actin' violent and wild Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move Kill me, my man kill you, that's how you lose I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped and the gun's only helpin' the clip And the clip's only helpin' my hand And like who the fuck is helpin' your man? When I cock back and hop out the van Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car Hit a party start a fight at the bar, and snatch your R Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge Guess you figured that my niggas, flippers, pullin' triggers News team crowd around, tryin' to flick a picture Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker Nigga not makin' sense, better stay up off the liquor Blonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender Groups be sayin I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya Stickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs, and bullshitters Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by her Snatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us Haters, screamin, "Who that bitch?" Mind your business nigga (uhh, uhh) My dawgs gon' stop, your dawgs gon' drop (yeah) And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop (DJ CLue) First we had 'em like, "Oh", now they like, "No" (Professional part one) What, baby, that's how Ruff Ryders roll (come on) My dawgs gon' stop, your dawgs gon' drop (shoutout) And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop (Donnie Brasco) First we had 'em like, "Oh", now they like, "No" (Big Skate, Duro) What, baby, that's how Ruff Ryders roll (Clue) And X is gonna hit y'all niggas hard, leave y'all niggas scarred Fuckin with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God Rip y'all niggas off, faggot niggas soft Remember me from up North? I had you scared to cough My name is ringin' bells in penitentiary cells I'm making thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggas am I gonna get? (come on) Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme But by the end of it, y'all niggas is gon' be like, "Yo, X ripped it" Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop Them cats can't be for real, I got this shit locked (come on) Is that a game or a joke? Say the name or get smoked Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat (come on) Hit 'em all up to the coat, now you losin' your life (Grr) A dog is a dog for life (enough)