Lyrical Breakdown of Talk to Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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 Run The Jewels 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 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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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