Lyrical Breakdown of Legend Has It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Legend Has It" 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 "Legend Has It" 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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Hear what I say, we are the business today

Fuck shit is finished today

RT & J, we the new PB & J

We dropped a classic today

We did a tablet of acid today

Lit joints with the matches and ashes away

SKRRRT! We dash away

Donner and Dixon, the pistol is blastin' away

Doctors of death

Curing our patients of breath

We are the pain you can trust

Crooked at work

Cookin' up curses and slurs

Smokin' my brain into mush

I became famous for blamin' you fucks

Maimin' my way through the brush

There is no training or taming of me and my bruh

Look like a man, but I'm animal raw

We are the murderous pair

That went to jail and we murdered the murderers there

Then went to Hell and discovered the devil

Delivered some hurt and despair

Used to have powder to push

Now I smoke pounds of the kush

Holy, I'm burnin' a bush

Now I give a fuck about none of this shit

Jewel runner over and out of this bitch

Woo!

Step into the spotlight, woo!

Woo!

Copping of uppers and downers get done

I'm in a rush to be numb

Droppin' a thousand ain't much

Come from the clouds

On a missile to turn this whole town into dust

Don't make a sound, baby, hush

I am the living swipe right on the mic, I'm a slut

I don't know how to not spit like a lout

I'll spill a pound of my kids on your couch

Half of a mongrel and mythical team

Villainous treacherous things

Legend says El is a spawn out of Hell

The myth is my mama's a murderous queen

Your life can end like in Godfather 1

You get the gun as I christen my son

If I die today and it's Hell I should pay

Tell the Lord Mikey said, "Fuck it was fun"

Every new record's my dick in a box

We get a doozy, the moola's a lock

You're getting used to me doing no wrong

I don't play chicken, you prick, I'm a fox

You wanna kick it, I'll give you the rocks

You kiss the wood chipper blade if you bark

I'm fuckin' magic, in fact I'm a warlock of talk

I got a unicorn horn for a (Stop)

Woo!

Step into the spotlight, woo!

Woo!

And the crowd goes RTJ!

RTJ! RTJ! RTJ! RTJ!

Mike in the jelly, won't snitch

I'll rent a room at the Ritz

I'll sip a fifth of the whisk

I'll smoke a dub in the tub

Then I will split both my wrists

I'll pull a sword on you simps

Just with a flick of the wrist

Get your neck giving up mist

Me and Mike skip away whistlin' and grin

Every day's golden when you only win

Bullyin' bastards and beatin' on beats

Sounds like a day at the beach, preach

I keep it middle school, step on your feet

Before you can speak, blaow! to the teeth

We move on one to ones, you think I'm meek

You think I'm lion, you right, see my teeth

Don't be a bore when I'm roaring vamoose

Hunting's no fun when your prey doesn't move

I'll put a gun to a bunny like choose

Say somethin' funny or bunny go boom

You got a bevy of shit you could groove

We'd like to thank you for choosing our crew

And that's from the crew you can trust

Warranty plus for fuckin' shit up

We are the no-gooders, do-gooders

Known to the dancers and dealers and doers of dust