Lyrical Breakdown of Stay Gold - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Stay Gold" 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 "Stay Gold" 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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Say, "Dad, uncle El, stay gold" Dad, uncle El, stay gold I got a bad girl I got a brain-with-an-ass girl She got a mean bop, I got a lean to the way I walk And they get it like gold G-O-L-D G-O-L-D, it's gold G-O-L-D G-O-L-D, that's... I got a good thing with a bad bitch, that's rare bitch She don't even like you hoes, she'll walk in the room take errr bitch Gold G-O-L-D G-O-L-D, it's gold G-O-L-D G-O-L-D, that's gold I got a bad girl I got a brain-with-an-ass girl She got a mean bop I got a lean to the way I walk And I get it like gold All you fucking frauds can keep juggling lava rocks, I'm non-compliant I'll define it, nothing servile, all defiance You're gonna love how we ride to the gates on a lion, hi and smiling Me and Mike, we just think alike and can't stop high-fiving I'm not a running man, I'll do the wop on you hoes, then grab the dough I hit a lick every time we park the bus, then it's time to go I got a good thing with a bad bitch, that's rare bitch She don't even like you hoes, she'll walk in the room take errr bitch We fuss, we fight, we fuck like freaks what a fabulous marriage You ain't lived you life 'til you've seen a bad bitch eat your wife like a savage Not your average guys, we play cool but see through savage eyes We're the crooks, we'll run the jux and kidnap mom from jazzercise Get Stockholm syndrome when she get home, mom's like, "I like those fuckin' guys." Thanks for the ransom handsome, let Mom know the guys loved her pumpkin pie I got a bad girl I got a brain-with-an-ass girl She got a mean bop, I got a lean to the way I walk And they get it like gold G-O-L-D G-O-L-D, it's gold G-O-L-D G-O-L-D, that's... I got a good thing with a bad bitch, that's rare bitch She don't even like you hoes, she'll walk in the room take errr bitch Gold G-O-L-D G-O-L-D, it's gold G-O-L-D G-O-L-D, that's gold Check it out Gold is shiny, gold is fun Some like taking gold with guns A heart ain't gold if it don't like us But go for the gold dumb fuck, good luck A golden boy man good as gold Golden rule is, "Don't lose your soul." Piss on power Golden shower Golden rays of sun grow my dope Look at my gold Going for the gold 'fore a G get old And his heart grow cold I go-go-go for every year my career was slow And seemed that it wouldn't go And you should know we pitch these rhymes Like Smoltz, like Glavine, like Maddox in ninety-five And now we shine just like Eddie Golden teeth from Greenbriar in ninety-nine Can't be broke when you own gold rope Pawn shops offering cash for those Cash is fake though, gold accrues I make my own gold, golden goose Run down yellow brick roads toward riches Just be sure to not trust no wizards The golden age is now gone, admit it All that's gold is not gold that glitters Thirty-six inch Cuban as I'm movin' through Cuba With a half a ki of gold on my neck (Shiiiit) Call me Gaddafi and pay me in gold 'Cause your money ain't really worth shit Just a piece of paper to promote propaganda To keep you in debt and know your dick I see these dope boys had shit right all along Puttin' gold all in them they bitch I got a bad girl I got a brain-with-an-ass girl She got a mean bop, I got a lean to the way I walk And they get it like gold G-O-L-D G-O-L-D, it's gold G-O-L-D G-O-L-D, that's... I got a good thing with a bad bitch, that's rare bitch She don't even like you hoes, she'll walk in the room take errr bitch Gold G-O-L-D G-O-L-D, it's gold G-O-L-D G-O-L-D, that's...