Lyrical Breakdown of Slums - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Slums" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Wyclef Jean weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Slums" 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 Wyclef Jean 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 Wyclef Jean's narrative.
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Dearly beloved
I wanna dedicate this song
To all my refugees around the world
My shottas
My zoes
HM
All the sets around the world
One gang now
Little shotta boy
We gon make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin'
No more gun play
To G5's landin' on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends on the way
Comin' from the slums we make mistakes... yeah
Life's like a Carnival everyday
But we stay sucka free, no clown face
'Cuz ya boy's Bugs Bunny, jumping for the carrots
Repeatin' everything to the feds like parrots
But all I see's the future ahead
A new start like when I cut off my dreads
Statistically I ain't even supposed to be here
Bad Christmas, I never seen a reindeer
You beat me, we all got an ego
You sniffin' on that hulk though,
Lou Ferringo
We go eight
Y'all just pose like ya'll killas
I know Kingkong when I see him
Y'all I'm a guilla guerrilla
If I had to face pressure
Squeeze the crack so far up ya ass
That you woke up with an ulcer
Yeah, and the homies that I know
They either deported
Or they ain't comin' home no more
Little shotta boy
We gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin'
No more gun play
To G5's landin' on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends on the way
Comin' from the slums we make mistakes, yeah
I'm just trying to make it out the slums
And turn our dreams into reality
Little shotta boy I'll hold you down
Until the day they come and bury me
Queen of the castle
The leader of the pack
I send my troops into battle
Sexy and classy
But don't let it fool ya
You could catch me in the cut
Posted up wit that ruger
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I follow my calling
If you could picture me broke then
You could picture me ballin
American gangsta
The Haitians behind me
District 13 posted up
If you boys wanna come find me
And my shootas stay with me
A natural born leader
I'm the OG of the block
I testify like the preacher
All my niggas that's with me
Take a puff of that reefer
I don't do it for myself
I do this shit for my people
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Little shotta boy
We gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin'
No more gun play
To G5's landin' on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends on the way
Comin' from the slums we make mistakes, yeah
I'm by the river
Gon' come get near me
God, ain't touch me
I ain't sleep yet
I'm by the river
Please be patient
God ain't touch me
I ain't sleep yet
Little shotta boy
We gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin'
No more gun play
To G5's landin' on the runway
You know that the world is yours
Lost a couple good friends on the way
Comin' from the slums we make mistakes, yeah