Lyrical Breakdown of Cherry Range - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cherry Range" 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 "Cherry Range" 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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(Feat. Beretta 9, Xavier Naidoo)
(Intro: RZA)
Yeah, yo, what up yo?
Yeah, yeah, what up?
Nothin', man, hold on
Someone beepin' on my other line and shit
Nigga, I've seen everything I wanted to see
Come on son, yo, in my Range Rover runnin' out this muthafucka and shit
I be there in ninety minutes, aight, I make a stop
Aight, peace, one-one
(RZA)
I'm up in the Cherry Range, drivin' fast through heavy rains
My mind's on everything, my Wiz, my seed, the five pounds of weed
My dog got bagged with tryin' to sling in D.C.
My cell phone rings off the hook: "brrring!"
"Kinetic 9: Yo, what's the word, king?"
(Beretta 9)
Duckin' lights, b.s. and problems, pushin' through Holland Tunnel
Tryin' to avoid getting caught up in the funnel
'Cuz in the jungle, sometimes you gotta rumble
With the, the Beez...
(RZA)
... That's why we study degrees
And keep our third eye open for c-cypher punks
Will bag you for a blunt and lock you up for a month
You've seen Bird? You had beef with that chump
And I heard he came home from a two-year slump
(Beretta 9)
Yeah, I heard, I got the pump in the trunk
And when I see that crab, I'm a dump in his lump
'Cuz niggaz ain't shit but welfare cheese
(RZA)
With their food stamp bitches and their coupon seeds
(Beretta 9)
Frontin' with their platinum like they're O's and G's
(RZA)
When faced with the gat, niggaz pose and freeze
And melt like snow on my windshield, that windmills
In my mind spin, they give skin chills
Yo, son, we gotta make them deals
For ten mill's so we can pay them bills, yo
(Chorus: RZA & Beretta 9)
You wanna eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live
Be what we wanna be, give what we wanna give
Say what we wanna say, play how we wanna play
Teach what we wanna teach, do what we gotta do
Eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live
Be what we wanna be, give what we wanna give
Say what we wanna say, play what we wanna play
Teach what we gotta teach, lay where we wanna lay
Do what we gotta do, eat how we wanna eat
Live how we gotta live, be what we wanna be
Give what we gotta give, say what we wanna say
Play anywhere we play, teach where we gotta reach
Do what we gotta do, lay where we wanna lay
Stay where we wanna stay, pay who we wanna pay
And get our record played, on the radio
Airwaves, without havin' to pay the fuckin' D.J.!
(Chorus 2X: Xavier Naidoo)
Say what you wanna say, do what you wanna do
Eat how you wanna eat, be what you wanna be
Live how you wanna live, give what you wanna give
Play where you wanna play, stay where you wanna stay