Lyrical Breakdown of Oh My Darling Don't Cry - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Oh My Darling Don't Cry" 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 "Oh My Darling Don't Cry" 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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Oh my

Oh my

Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that's word to Pimp

Oh my

(You are now listening to Run the Jewels two)

Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that's word to Pimp

I don't fuck with or talk like all these fuckin' imps

Style violent, give a fuck if you deny it, kids

You can all run naked backwards through a field of dicks

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit, that's word to B.I.G

I dreamt we owned the world, but I've woken up and it don't exist

Soak it in and need no assist

You can't slap my wrist, I don't owe you shit

Trust me, I'm a doctor doom

Oper-rate of my pulse won't raise a bit

Tip-toe on the track like a ballerina

Ski mask in a Pontiac Catalina

It's obese female opera singer

You can run the jewels or lose your fingers

Me and El-P got time to kill

Got folks to kill on overkill

He hangin' out the window, I hold the wheel

There's one black, one white, we shoot to kill

That fuckboy life about to be repealed

That fuckboy shit about to be repelled

Fuckboy Jihad, kill infidels

Allahu Akbar, boom from Mike and El

Life is hell, death's a bitch

And these Fubar rulers getting rich

I cop a zip, it opens up

I smoke it up, go home and fuck

C'est la vie girl, when in Rome

I gave the face, please pay with dome

My business card says you're in luck

I do two things, I rap and fuck

I fuckin' rap

I tote the strap

I smoke the kush

I beat the puss

I read the books, did the math

Don't need a preacher preachin' on my behalf

No teacher can't teach my arrogant ass

I'm blowin' on crispy while readin' the scriptures as written by Egyptians while sippin' on whiskey

Aye baby you with me?

Oh my

Don't cry

Oh my

Don't cry

Oh my

Don't cry

Oh my

Don't cry

We run this spot like a Chinese sweatshop

Don't stop

Work a worker 'til chest pop

Cardiac arrested, I'm so invested

I'm self-invented

That's no illusion

There's no confusion

You see the future. You fear the future

I've seen the truth and I'm so deluded

I been a better bad guy than I been better than bad

Been a better bully, talk beatin' on my chest

In fact I'm half stack from a rack

I been around the block, babe, I know a few facts

Maniac, brainiac, run go tell them that

AtLien, NY felon rap

Handle me wrong I'm snappin'

Show up at your class, what's happenin'?

Schoolyard bully with a fully automatic

Heart full of pain and a head full of havoc

Everybody stepped on the kid I'm letting them have it (have it)

Leaving they momma to say "what happened?"

Who gonna buy my baby a casket?

Fuck that bitch I'm a bastard

Megablast, I'm mega lit

On Highway six and I'm not strapped in

I don't crash, bitch, I just skid

You got the cash, I'll make the trip

I make the trip, you better pay

Done worse for less, don't make my day

I'm not from Earth, from far away

I bust through chests like baby greys

Runnin' the jewels of the game

Whippin' the mixes like chickens of 'cain

Spittin' the sickness again

Parents is livid again

Kids is just fuckin' insane

Pointin' that pistol and fist for the chain

Reppin' the symbol like they in a gang

Delivery dope like a dosage of dope or a nosefull of coke for a junkie or fame

Oh my

Don't cry

Oh my

Don't cry