Lyrical Breakdown of Everybody Stay Calm - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Run The Jewels weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Everybody Stay Calm" 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 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's narrative.

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Take it easy Excusez-moi bitches I'm lit from the last of the gas, Mike twisted No sleep for the vicious, key up a cop car just to see mischief I'm a nut punch wizard Speed bag ya' ball bag leave none in it We, we got one ambition Re-up and puff til the month go missing Big, big, big black fellow with a four-fifth in the back, backpack fella I, I rumble don't stumble young fellow Got a stinger in the '69 bumblebee yellow I mean, I mean stunner, big titty bank teller had my wife here with her so a hater can't tell her Presidential suite, got a fuck boy jealous I'm the Nelson Mandela of Atlanta dope sellers I, I'm a goddamn savage Eat with no hands I don't even use napkins Mark says number one bastard, show up in jorts with a hatchet laughing Hey El, the AR's an option for any asshole wanna talk and pop shit Quit playing pussy or the pistol will pop off And get your whole face pushed back or knocked off Take it easy partner Ain't no chilling in the land of the villains Ain't no chilling, ain't no chilling They fucked up and paid us, made us dangerous Too old to change, I'ma stay with paper Poor folk love us the rich hate our faces We talk too loud, won't remain in our places Smoke by the acre, a brain escapist Smoke anymore and my brain is vapor I don't do meek anymore, guy, save it The laughing is done now, time to cry later Tell them haters and bitches we bang big shit, but yeah you should mind your business You can't pause or shun this, physical fitness, bitch we run this Paraplegics, you don't run shit, fuck you even, get the gumption Think you stylin', think you stuntin' I'll smack the fuck out ya' ass for frontin' That seems a little aggressive Oompa-loompas, I'll shoot a tune atcha medullas I'm cool as a rule but I'll scalp a ruler I'm new to this town, I'm a stranger passing I see your bum crews, I don't get the hoopla (The world got rules they say) That's a rumour Benign, nah I'm lying it's a tumour They ain't even tryna' buy that we cryin' goobye We got dying to do, dude, the design's ruthless One-two, one-two I done read books by Sun-Tzu Learned from beautiful women who rolled my joints too The opposite of humble and my swag on kung-fu No admission for the cool, I just kick it and come through Hurry up we got liquor to run through Bales to inhale, lies to not tell She told me let her go and then I can exhale I left her with a pound of dro and a Nextel Take it easy, partner Ain't no chilling in the land of the villains Ain't no chilling, ain't no chilling