Lyrical Breakdown of Hey Kids (Bumaye) [feat. Danny Brown] - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Run The Jewels feat. Danny Brown weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hey Kids (Bumaye) [feat. Danny Brown]" 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. Danny Brown employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Hey, hey k- Hey kids! (This is so crazy!) Say hello to the masters, on behalf of the classless masses We showed up, ski masks, picks, and axes to murder asses Lift up our glasses and watch your palaces burn to ashes Fucking fascists, who the fuck are you to give fifty lashes All cause I'm motivated, stimulated, never smoking simulated happy and burning hashes Killer, killer, dealing with him like he's a squealer Get 'em, got 'em, shout 'em, and flipped the matress Woo! I'm the man bitch, got big ideas, got plans to rob Any Rothschild living, Bill Gates and the ghost of Jobs Yeah I said it, I meant it, I ain't flinchin, Marshawn Lynchin' it Run through a motherfucker's face like ig'nant, isn't it Domain eminent, we the preeminant Villainous willingness, spitting this ready raw rap shit rhyme ridiculous Enemy grave he digging it, then we piss in it Us go to hell, we been in it, gettin' it, yeah Bumaye Bumaye Bumaye Bumaye Aye, aye kids I'm the fucking tits, I hold no regard for no fucking myth, hey I lived half my life to give half my cash to these half man imps They got half a heart, they give half a fuck, they got half the guns I got half an hour, I'll burn half a pound and I have to run Killers of the earth get scared You do not get one word You do not live for the heard Even you living's absurd, better off kicked to the curb That is my word Back in the Berenstein timeline zip, no wins for the kid oh shit I got curved In the Berenstain riff, I'm a Biff, so sick when the clock is lit, the whip swerve It's like nothin' not broke, can't stand the scope in the booth I disrobe like pederast pope on a play-date Better call may day, baby I'll spray, I'm an AK They flayed and plated, I'm serving dead meat fame to table Cain to Able, death's apprentice Run the Jewels'll make last breaths Brexit Bumaye Bumaye Bumaye Bumaye Word architect, when I arch the tech, I'll part ya' neck Got bars on deck, that Xanax flow, make you nod your head Like a gram of blow, you inject My words infect like insects havin' incest, I'm in check, like pay day on a Thursday and it's Wednesday I'm sensei, you bouquet, you menstruate That's pussy all on your template, we skate, skate on 'em twenty-eight Get pearl tongue like every day, so I run them jewels in every state I kill a mic with Killer Mike, roll el's out a p with El-P My self-esteem on king, got head so big no crown can't fit me No bitch on my ding-a-ling when she ride on it she wet like a jet-ski Please be alarmed, be warned Please be alarmed, be warned Give up that charm or get harmed Watch, too or your time gone, and the rings or your life pawned and we gone You made my eardrums bleed and I will pinch you