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

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Run It" 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 "Run It" 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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Hardcore Everybody on the floor, everbody on the floor PMD, Erick Sermon You what it is, listen to my man Run your jewelry Hands up Yes, Peace to Just Ice Be scared Bronx Yo, the real dynamic duo, and I quote G boys, I bring it back to a droopy rope, dope I sport like I if I spit the commandments So inspired, now who the hell your man with? And he's gangsta right? He belong in a dimwit type You picked the wrong night I'm a Las Vegas fight Don King in the ring Does my thing from father spring, that's all year I can feel in a wannbe rapper turned actor He wanna act tough it hit him with the clapper Def-con actor, see I ain't playing kid He screamed and I'm a just saying he did EPMD I'm scared for us Cause someone might bite the dust We don't rush shower The power I got is snappin necks So I suggest ya show respect We own that Now put your hand in the air Keep 'em there Run your jewels, run it Run your jewels, run it Run your jewels, motherfucker You heard what we said man, we ain't playin Don't wait till it starts sprayin We set it of while the DJ playin Run your juwels, run it Run your jewels, motherfucker Cats walking past your crib, walk in your house Go in your mouth, talkin you out But EMS we spying we carryin you out With the slow IV fee Woken the fuck up, back eye with the nose bleed My dudes be like dude chill I be like fuck chill Cats complainin bout the game, pass the pill EPMD is too real, y'all know The only reason why you eatin, cause we payed the bill How many times I got to tell you the shit shut down 'Til Erick and Parrish return and hold the B-Boys down Step through the door, hot body and lick off the ground Uhu, I see niggaz listening now Faces is wrecked like wild There goes EMP with the fisherman hat Four back, get hit with the gun pow Respect the gods, excuse me, I beg your pa Can't hear you, you got to grade up, cause the beats too hard I bring the heat quick I do it, kill Ramone in Beat Street I get the club rockin on some seasick shit I ain't gotta tell you I'm hood man, you can see I'm it My rhyme hits, I don't preach 'bout cash Cause most of ya'll know cash like E-Zpass You came in talkin bout you gon beat me Then you left out talkin bout "just give me two more CDs" You're young so you need to be gangsters While real G's wanna sit home and read the paper Courtside view with the LA Lakers But it's always some youngin you got to send to his maker And I don't need the ratchet to reach your ass I'm old school I off you with a peace of glass Run your jewels, you know who it be, KRS-EPMD