Lyrical Breakdown of The Come Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Money comin' soon, nigga (DJ OnPoint) Uh I'm on the come-up Chill, nigga, don't run up A yellow nigga finna rise And shine like the sun up (Yeah) My mind on that paper I ain't tryna wife a slut up (Uh) I'm dyin' for this cake And I ain't tryna wipe a crumb up They ride with the gun up Kill you and light the blunt up Uh, don't shed a tear If a nigga might get done up But just say a prayer If a nigga might confront us 'Cause his life is summed up The medics wipe his lungs up You comin' to the 'Ville You gotta get a license from us City on my back I feel like I'm holdin' Big Pun up No pain, no gain My nigga, I just numb up I blow brains Cobain a nigga if he jump up With no shame Don't blame a nigga if you shot up This is cocaine on flames Baking soda and water (Woo) And if you feel that Then I guess I sell crack, get it? Fall back, man, a nigga feelin' crazy Shittin' on niggas like a nigga was still a baby (Uh) Carolina nigga Shout out to the 'Ville that raised me So many hoes whipped You would've thought we still in slavery And niggas still sleepin' They feelin' lazy, uh A killer, maybe, you make me, I will, uh Cheat me on my scrilla I send you to meet Dilla (Uh) From them NC streets where the beef They deliver And the clip is on E 'cause Your chest gotta fill up (Yeah) While a nigga like me just gettin' head like a pillow Bread like gorillas gettin' bred So long as my mama And my niggas gettin' fed (Yeah) Fuck what a nigga said, man I'm Fayettenam bombin' 'Cause hatred is flattery You bitch niggas is charmin' Who the fuck you harmin'? Boy, y'all niggas is Charmin Uh, and I'm armed and waitin' for a target You fuckin' with the best like Carmen Aw shit, pardon a nigga for departing I'm just gettin' green like a yard or a garden A nigga finna blow while You niggas is false-alarming Uh, and just think, man I was raised on ramen (Uh-huh) Chicken noodle soup Now I'm filet mignon-in' I promised my mama I was comin' to make this money And I swear I'ma to kill the nigga That try to take it from me, yeah Believe that, that's real talk, nigga It's J. Cole, nigga (Yeah, uh) Therapist or whatever the fuck You wanna call me It don't matter, you know? (And you know why his name's OnPoint 'cause he on point, pussy) I'll make y'all niggas understand Man (Yeah) I know y'all can't believe yourself right now You thinkin' "Yo, this nigga's from the South, nah He can't spit How the fuck is he so good?" (Uh) Open your eyes, motherfucker Can you see? Nigga's on top Yup, yup, we on top, yup Yeah, it's me