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hangin' out the window, I hold the wheel There's one black, one white, we shoot to kill That fuckboy life about to be repealed That fuckboy shit about to be repelled Fuckboy Jihad, kill infidels Allahu Akbar, boom from Mike and El Life is hell, death's a bitch And these Fubar rulers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