Lyrical Breakdown of Kings - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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As I proceed to go dig through an old crib Hold kids as I blunder through a pharaoh house Thug Bones in guild did the parrow piss But arrow heads then let the marrow out I literally won't leave lettuce since I've received the brita And when the sea leaves the land, who will feed the rivers, huh? Crazy busy, make me, make me miss ya even when I'm with ya If a phone calls in the club, but the music is too loud around to hear it Do I still have to clear it? Example: now I don't list samples in my lyrics Myth be told, 60 souls perished in the perish bill Rode a pair of wheels on 50 scrolls with a pair of quills Answered the question Americas, Amerikills Been living inside envelopes with a pair of sills Tall man like (?) downfall from a pair of stilts wearin' heels, that's high As I proceed to find silver lining, it's stalagmite Cat eyes and scarab crowns on a black grace Two wave, not to see bubonic plague on your rat face Practice on the uttering till it lactates Then begin the butterin' of the pancakes Push it to the margin flood the garden to the land lakes Associate with mates who spit inside of they handshakes, yeah As I walk through the shadow of San Fernando Valley Walkin' like fingers how, how they rally on pianos Up and down the dials I WKRP, in Cincinnati Let's settle on the station like "Last gas for 100 miles" May I have this last dance? Grab her hands then proceed to do the runnin' child Vindaloo the stomach growls, introduced to somethin' wild Until we see civilization, Walmarts and Chik-a-falashios Patients, our art isn't intimidation But you can't process the progress If you get your style ques from outta Complex Nah nigga, that ain't hot No, no and no shots, no boas and no thots I walk 'em over to motorboat on the yachts To go so sober on all the shirk and on overdose on salats, haann Francis Ford Coppola's broken plots Hyannis Port localists rollin' in open drops Titanic corpse smokin' from openin' dose with chops Like Cannock moonlit leader loakin' with loaded Glocks, haaaan!