Lyrical Breakdown of Suckas Need Bodyguards - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Suckas Need Bodyguards" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Gang Starr weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Suckas Need Bodyguards" 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 Gang Starr 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 Gang Starr's narrative.
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Emcees be fakin' so now they get taken
Fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without they bodyguard
I hate fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without they bodyguard
Emcees I lay out like stiffs in the morgue
Praise the lord you're in awe when I'm grippin' the mic cord
Rhymes I rip with swift execution
One verse to coerce your girl to prostitution
The Guru is now the brother you fear and
Beware when I'm making hits with Premier and
Rolling to a spot near you, lyrics tear through
Chrome to your dome you better watch your rear view
Niggas been held back too long we're coming up
In the streets we roll alone so watch me running up
I'm summing up a mad posse of warriors
Night crusaders able to break down barriers
And bringing faces of death putting emcees to rest
Until there's no fake chumps left
Run, step, yeah bounce nigga bounce
My rhyme's a cargo when yours is just a quarter ounce
Fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without they bodyguard
I hate fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without they bodyguard
Fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without they bodyguard
I hate fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without they bodyguard
Gang Starr boy and that's beyond your comprehension
Mad brothers in every city you can feel the tension
To stop the killing wack emcees must die
Who am I, I'm the substance that'll make your third eye cry
Too potent, too high in intelligence quotient
When I unleash my speech I'll have you punk rappers open
I won't expose your names and your identities
You know you're phoney get the fuck from in front of me
Hardcore fans are fed up from your folklore
Lines strip you raw and infect you like cold sores
And I hope you're not the one that I'm after
Since the days of Adidas I've been a true master
Fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without they bodyguard
I hate fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without they bodyguard
Fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without they bodyguard
I hate fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without they bodyguard
I've been around punk but yo I still feel young
A few of my crew members like to pack guns
I'm high strung but don't mistake me when I smile
I murder an entire rap chart with my freestyle
After the killing just like Casper I'm ghost
Fakes thought I was friendly, at their wakes I was host
Toast without a gun you'd be done
Throw up your hands bitch and now you know you stand to lose one
Choose one metaphor and then choose another
Wax that ass like a bully have you calling your big brother
Although I'm five foot eight they call me sargeant
Got more hoes in my dick than you can fit in the garden
At Madison Square I shot a fair one
So many niggas knew me that the kid wouldn't dare run
Emcees pay cash to ensure their safety
They know they can't take me the G-A-N-G, you crazy?
I be on them like a message from God
Knowledge of self while fake emcees play hard
Fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without they bodyguard
I hate fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without they bodyguard
I hate fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without they bodyguard
Fake emcees, they always act hard
But won't walk the streets without they bodyguard
I hate fake emcees, they always act hard
I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard
Fake emcees, they always act hard
I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard
I hate fake emcees, they always act hard
I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard
Fake emcees they always act hard
I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard