Lyrical Breakdown of Rich - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rich" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kendrick Lamar weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Rich" 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 Kendrick Lamar 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 Kendrick Lamar's narrative.
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I learned in trappin', in the business
Smart people makin' horrible decisions, you know?
Rich nigga, gettin' my dick sucked after the show
I ain't gon' lie, we were poor
A bunch of lost souls in survival mode
It wasn't no way for us, unless we find our own
Runnin' in stores, kickin' in doors, nigga, give me my glory
Nigga play with me, he ain't gon' live to tell the story
You know, this the type of shit we glorify, everybody gang-gang
Most of the people that you grew up with, man, in chain gang
In the box, gettin' pink
Niggas shittin' where you sleep
Niggas shittin' where you eat
Who'da ever knew that I would become a fuckin' Kodak? Yeah
Rap money good, but I'm still pumpin' gas through the hood
Droppin' off plates to the fam' like thanksgivin'
Got the baby snipers standin' on that murk business, yeah, slidin' for Yak
They're ready for whatever, I always knew that everything would get better
And the show got greater later
All the game came from the elders like hand-me-downs
Me and my brothers wearin' hand-me-downs
Now, I'm givin' game back to the old heads
And the respect come first, yeah, you know?
Can't be better than the OG's, you gotta get it somewhere
Gotta come from somethin', gotta come from nothin'
We ain't seen this comin', nigga, it's more than a blessin'
What you doing' with Kendrick? (Ooh, ooh)
What you doin' with a legend? (Ooh, ooh)
So, what they call you? (Ooh, ooh)
When it's all said and done, we ain't leavin' empty-handed (ooh, ooh)
That's on gang (ooh, ooh)
That's on Ma' Dukes (ooh, ooh)
Poorer than that bitch, but she fall through (ooh, ooh)
Makin' ends meet (ooh, ooh), daddy deadbeat (ooh, ooh)
Had to steal for a meal, or you can't eat, you know? (Ooh, ooh)
Poverty (ooh, ooh)
Real cost, food babies, WIC (ooh, ooh)
Now look at this shit, we own property