Lyrical Breakdown of Road Runner (Feat. Troy Ave) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Road Runner (Feat. Troy Ave)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Pusha T weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Road Runner (Feat. Troy Ave)" 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 Pusha T 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 Pusha T's narrative.
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[Featuring: Troy Ave]
Ay yo, they said itâ s 10 points higher up there;
We got to go get that
[Hook: Troy Ave]
Lord Father, I donâ t mean to be a bother
Iâ m just prayinâ youâ ll protect me on this road
From the rats wherever Iâ ve been niggas dragginâ
Trappers in the highway patrol
It ainâ t right, but itâ s white, ainâ t it right and i know
Once i get there that itâ s over
Lord Father, I donâ t mean to be a bother
Iâ m just prayinâ youâ ll protect me on this road while I get this dough
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
One man cowboy, speed limit timid
Chevy Malibu; we graduated from them renteds
Lost 100 large on the last time we sent it
Itâ s only four letters, I ainâ t worried â bout a sentence
Travelinâ the distance, stayinâ off the white line
Alphabet boys out prayinâ what they might find
I hate the Carolinas
Racial profilers say you smokinâ marijuanas
Fuck you talkin â bout; my piss is clearer than my mamaâ s
With her church wig on
996 before I get my big on
Thousand grams, thousand hands,
Thousand furs, thousand bands
$100, 000 horse all-star; we stylinâ in
[Hook: Troy Ave]
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
You niggas ainâ t takinâ road trips for real
Route 13 with the vacuum seal
Pre-paid eagle on my window shield
The ice cream manâ s on his jack & jill
Weight state to state; Mack trucks I deal, Mack trucks I fill
I feel better knowinâ that the donor is anonymous
See, my diamond is growinâ
Tugboat or car tow, we summertime snowinâ
Reasonable Doubt, flowinâ on your niggas
Been gettinâ it since â 96 in black Ac Vigors
Snub .38 with the Mat black trigger
When How Can I Be Down was filled with crack niggas