Lyrical Breakdown of Running - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kool G Rap weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Running" 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 Kool G Rap 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 Kool G Rap's narrative.

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Young or old, never fold, never catch me running Following protocol and keeping the system running Competition we gunning, your spot you better run it So many years in the game but yet we still running Most important thing you got in this life is your health Don't distort it or destroy acquiring wealth Its like a storm around the corner just fire in hell No more crying for help, now I rely on myself I decided I felt enough pain, fuck shame I'm still picking up sluts, fucking them in the mustang Man I never trust a bitch cause these slut games Play smut games, throw dirt in your shit like what name The devil is evil, sometimes it come as your friend But thats the one he sent to deceive you Your eyes open enough, just for me to read through Keep sneaking end up in Satan's bed with his people I never mislead you, speaking you the truth to the end In the church tears pouring again I roll with the drug smugglers, hustlers and the G's But still pour my heart out when it comes to these beats Young or old, never fold, never catch me running Following protocol and keeping the system running Competition we gunning, your spot you better run it So many years in the game but yet we still running I hurt your feelings buddy, we working with silly money You playing with silly putty, your nose is still putty Pockets is real chubby, sort of like Checker G your home wrecker, fuck up your home sector Is she a bone inspector, you get the chrome Heckler Just eat your dome flesh up, I'll give you stone pressure We tryna raise bread up, my shit can raise the dead up Twenty eight days later, zombie bullets take your face up The nickel plate face up, Nicholas Cage your face off Come in and knock your face off, my lawyer knock the case off You better knock your shit off, Homie I knock your shit off Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Zero rocket lift off Come in your hit get lost, you cross the line get crossed Nothing in line big boss, I flick your mind switch off His whole line kick off, remember times in the North Now bring it down to the south, and let 'em find shit out Young or old, never fold, never catch me running Following protocol and keeping the system running Competition we gunning, your spot you better run it So many years in the game but yet we still running Put this dick in your bitch, but dont condonk See me in the honkajonk, probably a pump in the trunk Yah niggas pumps in the bump MC Hammer ass nigga, your papers getting thin Tell the truth, you aint see me getting in, but I did it again Major deals, Sony pub, entourage, ratchet Monday Never had a hit, but shit nigga made a stack of money I'm the definition of what legends should be Is it me, nobody better than G and they never could be You could not compare entertainer to an innovator But his songs do not belong in the incinerator Its like he Rakim's cousin, like he kin with Jada But its no relation, his flow come with extended flavour Hard work and dedication, like he Floyd boy Hell nah, y'all aint fucking with your boy boy He went from Ill Street Blues, to spitting real street news A real street dude, you might wanna avoid boy Young or old, never fold, never catch me running Following protocol and keeping the system running Competition we gunning, your spot you better run it So many years in the game but yet we still running