Lyrical Breakdown of Coming 2 America - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Coming 2 America" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ludacris weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Coming 2 America" 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 Ludacris 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 Ludacris's narrative.

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The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family Recognize royalty when you hear it The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring Luda, throw some grapes on these bitches! These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne! They wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty What am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda By way of A-T-L; if you disagree Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly It's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles And testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline It's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines I'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash And even got my coats bumped up to first class I'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle 'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man I'm tired of this shit man Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get A nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real Man, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga Man that nigga garbage, man I got talent too The nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris 'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you! Fuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga But I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos And coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos With five strippers, four wives and three amigos I go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo I used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo 'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled And I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles Ho, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause He is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying? Ha-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying I used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple He want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it Man, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with Ya see what I'm saying? Yeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack See piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know Shady Park, you heard, just don't go Quick to flip the bird up, po'-po' Making the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show! Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go? Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack Tons of fun with guns Fuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear Stop and stare; pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare I'm on (fire!) and you know I can't stop 'til I re (tire!) Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue (tires!) Right down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin' In the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency action Camera (light, lights), throwin' a punch and then (fight, fight) Packin' a lunch and then (bite, bite), A-T-L stay (tight, tight) I'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, I'ma let you know It's real down here, when you ride down that 285 And you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road Fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave, 'cause dat where them Real niggas at, I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin' Down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or way Boulder to shave! 'Cause that where them real niggas at, when you're goin' down that Ol' Nat Hill and you pass that second waffle house 'fore you get To the rich niggas daaang, 'cause dat where them real niggas at! Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga