Lyrical Breakdown of Close Your Eyes (And Count to Fuck) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Close Your Eyes (And Count to Fuck)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Run The Jewels feat. Zack De La Rocha weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Close Your Eyes (And Count to Fuck)" 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 Run The Jewels feat. Zack De La Rocha 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 Run The Jewels feat. Zack De La Rocha's narrative.

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Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast

Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them

Fuck the slow mo

Ayy

Fashion slave, you protestin' to get in a fuckin' look book

Everything I scribble's like an anarchist's cookbook

Look good, posin' in the centerfold of Crook Book

Black on black on black with the ski mask, that is my crook look

How you like my stylin' bruh? Ain't nobody smilin' bruh

'Bout to turn this mothafucka up like Riker's Island, bruh

Where my thuggers and my crippers and my blooders and my brothers?

When you niggas gon' unite and kill the police, motherfuckers?

Or take over a jail, give them COs hell

The burnin' of the sulfur, goddamn, I love the smell

Blanket to pillow torchin', where the fuck the warden?

And when you find him, we don't kill him, we just waterboard him

We killin' them for freedom 'cause they tortured us for boredom

And even if some good ones die, fuck it, the Lord'll sort 'em

We, we out of order, your honor, you're out of order

This whole court is unimportant, you fuckers are walkin' corpses

I'm a flip wig synonym livin' within distortion

I'll bite into a cyanide molar before you whores win

I'm a New Yorkian, I'm fucked from the jump

I wear my Yankee so tilted I actually walk with a hunch

Look at Mikey, I think he likey, we are sinister sons

And we the type to greet the preacher with a grin and a gun

Come on

Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast

Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them

R-run them, run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast

Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them

A wise man once said, "We all dead, fuck it"

Just spit it disgustin', youngin',

And hold your nuts while you gunnin'

I listened, tatted the sentence on my dick last summer

Now I'll never get that phrase off my brain, it's no wonder

I'm here to buy hearts, I got hundreds, honey

The cheaper the parts, the better buy for the money

I'm trained in vagina whisperin', glistenin'

Waitin' for their christenin'

I know the neighbors can't help but listen in, uh

A dirty boy who come down on the side of dissonance

I can't even relax without sirens off in the distances

Not shittin' you, little buddy, this fuckin' island's a prison

The only solace I have is the act of conjugal visiting

My solitary condition's preventin' conjugal visits

Though mainly missin' my missus, they keepin' me from my children

Conditions create a villain, the villain is given vision

The vision becomes a vow to seek vengeance on all the vicious

Liars and politicians, profiteers of the prisons

The forehead engravers, enslavers of men and women

Including members of clergy that rule on you through religion

So strip your kids to the nude and then tell 'em God'll forgive 'em

Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast

Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them

R-run them, run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast

Run them, run them, run them, run them, run them

It's De La on the cut, lifting six on your snitching crew

I'm miles ahead of you, you can sip my bitches brew

My battle status is burning mansions from Dallas to Malibu

Check my résumé, your residence is residue

Call her a skin job and my honey dip will backflip for you

You playin' God, your eye sockets she gon' rip into

We sick of bleeding now the trey spray and victim you

Done dyin', Phillip AK Dickin' you

With clips in the bottom, we dipping through Gotham

Yes, eclipsed by the shadows, a dark dance to the coffin

I'm a fellow with melanin, suspect of a felony

Rip like Rakim Allah, feds is checkin' my melody

Yes, aggressively testin' with bunk stretches and penalties

Dump cases when facing to cop pleas when we seizing the pump

With reason to dump on you global grand dragons

Still piling fast bucks, Afghani toe-taggin'

Now they trackin' me and we bustin' back, see

The only thing that close quicker than our caskets be the factories

Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast

Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them

R-run them, run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast

Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them

Fuck the slow mo