Lyrical Breakdown of Born to Shine (feat. Big Grams) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Born to Shine (feat. Big Grams)" 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 "Born to Shine (feat. Big Grams)" 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.
This lyrical analysis of "Born to Shine (feat. Big Grams)" not only celebrates Run the Jewels's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!
I wanna thank everybody and I love you all right back
I walk in
Ric Flair'in', long fur coat wearin'
Rolex rockin', silk shirt wearin'
Silk socks, and balls need to breathe
So bitch the draws cotton 'cause you gon' suck me when you leave
In a big Benzo on Lorenzos
With your homegirl LaQuinta who said she never did but she would try it
And now she higher than the fuckin' Hyatt
She jet settin', Moët'n, the God blesses
Against him prospers no weapon, champaignin'
Campaignin', gator shoes high steppin'
My dopey eyes just hide behind my Dita frames
I heard this nigga say he don't like me, well he the lame
It's not your fault, baby
We were just here, born to shine
I walk with a spot on me, my life's a sax solo
The neon sign fritz when I pass in all slo-mo
You don't give the nod, you'd rather not even know me
'Cause even me existin' is killing your bitch mojo
I dance like a JoJo on blow, I cut a rug to a hole
Polo undies got my nuts in a choke
I'm often stuck in the smoke, the jukebox cut on
Without coins, I'm a magical bloke
I'll barracuda you chum for the simple fact that you don't know how to float
Another tragedy aborted, I'm a bad news bear, babe
I'm armed with a hanger of coats, you'll get poked
Now your mom's got a new lease on life, a new hope
It's not your fault, baby
We were just here, born to shine
A nigga like me just pull up, flight club, foreign or domestic
International player but also locally respected
Savannah Chitlin pimpin', drippin' and stankin' like the deuce do
Since baby needed pampers and that Laker needed them new shoe'
Make 'em call me B.B. King because I give that bitch the blues
Now she down on bended knee because she wanna lick the jewels
And I'm slick, 'bout to run up in her smooth with this dick
Take a couple polaroids to capture the mo-moment
Now she's caught up in the rapture of this mackin', where your ho went?
In the back of the Cadillac, she gaggin', ass and titties showin'
As a matter I'm 'bout to splash her with this Billy Ocean
And watch her rub it on her face, I call it Johnson's baby lotion
It's not your fault, baby
We were just here, born to shine
Kill Bill-in' up this whole damn house and shine
Steppin' over you fuck boy clowns and shine
Hey! Like Mr. Brown and shine
I'm moonwalkin', wanna kiss myself and shine (shine)
Hugh Heffin' all your bitches out and shine
Shine
Shine
Shine
Shine