Lyrical Breakdown of Come Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Come Up" 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 The Game 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 The Game's narrative.

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[Chorus 1 x2: Drake] You tryin to come up, I am the come up I be standin right here when the sun up You gettin done up if you niggaz try and run up You livin good, go on 'head, throw your one up [Chorus 2: Drake] And scream out bla-bladow, bla-bla-bladow Bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me now? I'm like bla-bladow, bla-bla-bladow Bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me now? It go bla-bladow, bla-bla-bladow Bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me now? I'm like bla-bladow, bla-bla-bladow Bla-bla-bladow, how ya like me now? [The Game:] My nigga Funeral Fad told me back in oh-three Rap ain't nuttin but cash money bitches, foreign cars and trees Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks And I know I promised my niggaz I'd never leave the block; but Shit changes - I done been through six Ranges Hand on the Eagle, yeah I got them Mike Vick fingers Throwin bullets on par with the accuracy Hit your whole faculty, like ain't nobody jackin me Before you do, you be layin in a box While Ja (da) "Kiss That Ass Goodbye" {MUAH} L.O.X. First shot leave them niggaz in shock That second shot, that's when that body drop (you heard me?) And niggaz still askin 'bout "Detox" I'll tell you if you tell me who killed 'Pac; aight then~! I'm at this Pacquiao fight then, with Tyson The way he's stickin and movin the knife, Floyd might win [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] [Lifestyle:] Yeah, uhh Testarossas, keep an extra toaster It's Hub City finest, they respect the mostest My nigga Game do that, my nigga Tyga do that Heard about the new cat, I whipped the Range through that I'm in Toronto, DeMar got a condo Sittin courtsides with Drake, Hector and Rondo Bitches know my name, it's Lifestyle, she fuck with that Dick too big like my lifestyle, you fuck with that? Poppin champagne, we do the damn thing Standin on the couch, it's money Game, that's the campaign Big in my pocket, Obama on my wrist At the Ronald Reagan Airport, yeah, I'm on my shit Louis Vuitton luggage peanut butter with the red wheels Started when the "RED" album dropped, I'm gettin head still In the club, lookin past you niggaz These bitches gas them niggaz, Drizzy ask them niggaz [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2]