Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Talk to Me" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how undefined weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Talk to Me" 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 undefined employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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We return from the depths of the badland
With a gun and a knife and a waistband
Went to war with the devil and Sheitan
He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now, hoping that I land
On a Thai stick, moving through Thailand
On the radio, heard 'em playing hijack
Government be in debt while they cook crack
I move in a world of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I'm doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the airport
Customs found a joint and my passport
Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for
Goddamn it, it's a motherfucking miracle
Small bribe, made it back into America
Hit Uber and manoeuvred out the area
Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, teared up
Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael might go psycho
On any ally or rival
Born black, that's dead on arrival
My job is to fight for survival
In spite of all of these all lives matter-ass white folk
This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with
This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood
But this is a fight against principalities
And evildoers and unclean spirits
(RTJ3 motherfuckers)
Rain man didn't die face down in the Vietnam mud, so I could not style on you
I didn't walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wild on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I'd whisper?
When you're safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone, and I'll have a file on you
Huh, what? Me worry? Nah buddy, I've lost before, so what?
You don't get it, I'm dirt, motherfucker, I can't be crushed
Fuckers open a bush up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a mission to storm on par with the best ever took the gig
I'm a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don't bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the pumps
I might ghost ride the tank, take it out of the bank
Got the son of Rick Ruben rushing full thrust
Don't flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good 'cause I'm smart and stuff
We a good crew to fuck with, better to love
I told y'all suckers (I told you), I told y'all suckers (I told you)
I told y'all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2
And you still ain't believe me (mayday)
So here we go, RTJ3
Talk to me
RTJ
Talk to me