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