Lyrical Breakdown of Banana Clipper (Instrumental) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Banana Clipper (Instrumental)" 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 "Banana Clipper (Instrumental)" 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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I move with the elegance of an African elephant I presented the evidence eloquent as a president Evident, it's whatever since I deserve me a championship But before I banana clip, I'mma chill so my man can rip Little man against... and with the heart of an orphan I've got the words of a murderer and an eye for distortion You take a slice of my portion, I'll take a piece of your profit I'll drive at illegal speeds and keep an oz. in my pocket We run the jewels in your town, a quarter pound on my person I'm known for pounding the stage, I'm talkin' burning and cursing Producer gave me a beat, said "it's the beat of the year!" I said "El-P didn't do it, so get the fuck out of here!" You wanna hang? Bring your throat – I've got stool and a rope I'm a slang pope – orang' in a land with a man's flow A new addition to the art of the old code That's fully retarded, and put a part in your bone dome And we the villains, we ain't tagged 'em as bad guys Mercy me, merciless me, putting pain in their sad eyes It's time for Skywalker talkers to meet the true Darth Vader I hit your mom in '03, but a G ain't ate her So baby boy, you should tighten up and show some respect Before I Melvin on you, Jody, put my arm on my neck Or worse yet, be the reason your girl want a divorce Be at her crib with your kids sayin' "fuck your fort!" Lil' nigga... The style is radiation leaking, my island Also known as Chernobyl talk, listen for the sirens Where's the green? I'm a hoarder – you're the poor distorter Sort of morbid, sonning these f-ckin' whoredom explorers I'm bored – enough of your bummy shit, it's numb to the core, sure You sucked a good dick for the fame and couldn't resist getting played I f-ck like I'm headed to war, I'm really not playing no games Like... goddamnit, I'll kill the Carrie that mentions my name I'm a soldier of fortune, a mercenary on beat I'm merciless, I'll torture emcees, tie up both of their feet If they refuse to run the jewels, we beat the bottoms of feet I'm talkin grip pliers, guys, to the top of your teeth And me a Jaime killed the competition, top of the heap Is where we staying, with their corpses resting under our feet I sent their moms a little cash and a sympathy letter Told her she "raised a bunch of f-ck boys – next time, do better" Bitch... We the old Atlanta, new Atlanta, future of the city Daddy Fat Sax don't give a damn 'Cause can't no new nigga get with me Now it's true niggas or simply simpleminded Simple Simons Being dumbed down by the local radio stations by design, and... But I be rhyming – no payola is required My bank account obese as f-ck while yours sits on a diet Nigga, your lease is up, you're fired – quiet, that's how the boss talk Retain ownership on everything, every car bought And paid for, no neighbours 'cause I'm sittin' on acres Went to Vegas, jumped a broom 'cause I wasn't trippin' on papers Or no pre-nuptial agreement for my money If we broke up, and she took half, I'd still be sitting on commas Eight figures, nigga...