Lyrical Breakdown of Bring Da Ruckus - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bring Da Ruckus" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how RZA weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bring Da Ruckus" 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 RZA 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 RZA's narrative.

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Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu-Tang sword style If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang Could be dangerous Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me? En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an' However, I master the trick just like Nixon Causin' terror, quick damage ya whole era Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot P-L-O style, hazardous, 'cause I wreck this dangerous I blow sparks like Waco, Texas I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore Hittin' sound, watch me act bugged and tear it down A literate type asshole, songs goin' gold, no doubt And you watch a corny nigga fold Yeah, they fake and all that Carryin' gats but yo, my Clan rollin' like 40 Macs Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense Wu-Tang, yo sew represent I wait for one to act up Now I got him backed up Gun to his neck now, react what? And that's one in the chamber Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da mother, bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus I rip it hardcore, like porno flick bitches I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin' Wu-Tang slang, I'll leave your headpiece hangin' Bust this, I'm kickin' like Seagal, "Out for Justice" The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun gun I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness Set it on the microphone and competition get blown By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA Charged like the bull and got pull like a trigger So bad, stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crab I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops I break loops and trample shit, while I stomp A mudhole in that ass, 'cause I'm straight out the swamp Creepin' up on site, now it's fright night My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous And more deadly than the stroke of an axe Choppin' through ya back (Swish) Givin' bystanders heart attacks Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him I blow up his fuckin' prism Make it a vicious act of terrorism You wanna bring it, so fuck it Come on and bring the ruckus And I provoke niggas to kick buckets I'm wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame Who sellin' gain, I'm givin' out a deadly game It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin' Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette Bring da fuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style So bring it on, so bring it on, so bring it on So bring it on, so bring it on, so bring it on So bring it on, nigga