Lyrical Breakdown of Draw - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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[Erick Sermon] Anybody around here seen two-gun billy? I said, did anybody around here seen two-gun billy? (ain't no two-gun billy 'round here Who the hell you think you are, comin up in here ya damn Yankee?) [Erick Sermon] You just pull a gun out on me? Now you know you done fucked up right? Now, if any one of y'all see him Tell him that, EPMD was in town [Parrish Smith] Draw, cock it back, squeezing metaphors Spurs on my Timb's, when I start blazing, hit the floor Cowards ducking, I'm emptying chambers when I'm busting Quick with mine, smoking up heaters, when I'm crushing Nice with the weapontry, you ain't shooting me You shot the deputy what you hearing when you step with the Black dragon, puffin L's in the truck wagon Drinking moonshine, writing rhymes with the pants sagging And hit the saloon, causing the guns in my holster to make room Like Josie wale and Clint Eastwood at high noon So amigo, take ten paces, move your feet slow Turn around and wave goodbye, to your people Time to draw, I'm aiming for your dome and jaw Fastest nigga in the wild west or east you ever saw An outlaw, my horse drinking water from the reservoir Time to ride again until next time to draw "ten nine eight seven six five four Three two murder one lyric at your door" Draw "gimme that microphone I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone" "ten nine eight seven six five four Three two murder one lyric at your door" Draw "gimme that microphone I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone" [Erick Sermon] Those dudes quick fast to grab the mic Flee the scene, or see the infrared beam On the mic I dismantle, leave an impression And ruin you, like I'm the Bill Clinton scandal Impeach em, then I Erick can b. president Pass a law, hardcore in the residence Act fool, turn shit out, no doubt The hard route, and watch all the b-boys sprout Air the room out, take a picture, get the zoom out And focus, or go into hypnosis I wasn't here when I wrote this (where was you?) Up the top with the street team hanging out, hanging squadron posters Me and my dogs homey repping In case some punks roll up, yo p, flash the weapon Forty-four caliber chrome, read it Can't count ten paces, I'm already heated it P and Erick Sermon is like a rugger German Put one up in your sternum, gun em down and burn em Any superhero we letting em know from door Come correct when it's time to draw