Lyrical Breakdown of The Ruler's Back - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Ruler's Back" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Joey Bada$$ weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "The Ruler's Back" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Joey Bada$$ 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 Joey Bada$$'s narrative.
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Con-Con- (I'm back)
Conductor (I wanna make you mine)
Yeah (I'm back)
Haha, right (I wanna make you mine)
Uh, I'm back (I'm back)
That's right (I-)
It feels so good to be back man (I'm back)
I'm back baby (I-)
By popular demand
Ayo (I'm back)
Moved out the city, copped a house in the sticks
Couple acres, couple whips, whole lotta blicks
I got options baby, take your pick
Might fuck around and coordinate the fit, take a-- haha
This my life and film, baby I just write the script
Mister really put that on, they be counterfeit
I'm taking calculated risks, too legit to quit
Could get you niggas acclimated quick
There's rules to this shit, hol' up
I got murals in my city, fuck a nomination
This for everytime they left me out the conversation
I'm back off popular demand and world domination
I'm finna bomb all niggas plans, fresh off my vacation
I was sittin' back, watchin' from an eagle eye
Tryin' not to react, just give me one reason, I
Swear I'm on full attack
East Coast nigga till I die, It's clear
Who the heir apparent king of NY, nigga
Straight like that, cmon (I wanna make you mine)
Told yall niggas I'm back, cmon (I'm back)
Yeah, the ruler's back baby! (I wanna make you mine)
Ayo (I'm back)
Too much West Coast, dick lickin'
I'm hearing niggas throwin' rocks, really ain't shit stickin'
Cause if he talking bar for bar, really it's slim pickin's
I rap like I draw pentagrams and kill chickens, nigga
Fuck around with your soul like ether, quick for a feature
This that Black Air Force energy, comin' out your speaker
I'm out your reach, your arms to short to box the Elohim
Still reigning rap supreme, me and Steelo had a dream
I stand tall in this rap thing, like Yao Ming
And won't stop till the crowd sing when im crowned king
My aura scream, and my style ring
This aint boom bap nigga, this that boom bow bing
We could run a fair one
I knew some real hitters but, I ain't never fear none
Guess that's just the Brooklyn in me
They must not know where I'm from
Heard that they was lookin' for me
Okay tell them here I come, I'm nowhere near done with ya, nigga
Is you fuckin' stupid?