Lyrical Breakdown of Run Up On Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Run Up On Me" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how XXXTENTACION weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Run Up On Me" 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 XXXTENTACION 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 XXXTENTACION's narrative.
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Yeah
Fuck you niggas talking about?
Very rate we're lightskin
Fuck!
Fuck did you think? (Yeah!)
I was surely fucking running the bank (Yeah!)
Cut the crap and take him, one in the brain (Fuck!)
All these pussy niggas bought was a J (Okay!)
That bitch want problems, I'll grab his fuckin' face
Put that in the dirt (Yeah!)
All that fuckin' talking will get you murked (Yeah!)
Run up on me, pussy
You will get murked
I'm coming for your daughter and your life pussy nigga
I'ma make her pussy take bride, mhm (Ayy!)
Kill a fuck nigga
Make it right wit' a knife (Uh-huh!)
Niggas steady barking
But you know they mic's for the G's
(Yeah)
Niggas steady barking
But they mics for the cheese (Yeah)
You won't find another
Set of
Niggas like these (Yeah)
Very Rare savage make
A fuck nigga bleed (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,)
Kill a fuck nigga
When his weakness showing up
When I pull up
Ain't no runnin, boy
You better call the cops