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October 6, 2023 Analysis
a lyrical analysis by D.B. Myrrha
Ren’s recent offering, Down on the Beat, featuring the deep-voiced Brighton rapper with pretty cheekbones, Viktus, is a clever, bar-rich hip-hop offering over a driving, bass-heavy, EDM beat.
As I’m neither a musician nor a producer, I’ll be mostly focusing here on the poetic form and wordplay, only briefly pointing out things I’ve noticed musically. This should take me a lot less time than my last dissertation. It might also have fewer dick references, but it probably won’t.
I’ll also be concentrating on my own interpretation of the lyrics, which means they will likely not be as comprehensive. I have watched several reactors, although I thought I might die if I watched sixty this time, so I only watched the sexiest ones. I welcome comments adding other interpretations, or nicely telling me I know fuck-all.
Now, on to the meat.
The Lyrics
(Hook) When I put it down on the beat I’mma make it sound so sweet When you hear the sound of the gun That’s a cue to run
When I put it down on the beat I’mma make it sound so sweet When you hear the sound of the gun That’s a cue to run (bla)
Immediately, the EDM beat kicks in. The vocals are flattened and distorted. Ren seems to be electronic-ifying his voice to make it part of the EDM sound itself (I’m pretty sure I just made up a word, but fuck it.) The sound is pretty cool and, when played loud, makes me want to take a bunch of ecstasy and dance in an abandoned car park waving glow-sticks.
Ren struts in with a flex on his tongue. He’s gonna spit some bars. When he tells you to run when you hear the gun, it means you’d better be prepared to try to catch up with him. What exactly is he putting down on the beat? It it simply the vocal track? Could it be detractors? Is this some sort of foreshadowing?
This here is the starting gun, and he’s about to Usain Bolt out of here: good luck catching up. It’s a race, a competition, a challenge to match his skill.
He is also intimating that he is the starting gun. He’s the instigator of the art, but also the one who’s in control. He reiterates this by repeating what he said again.
The bla! at the end of the verse is only one of many vocalized sounds Ren uses in the song to blend with the instrumentation. That boy is certainly good with his mouth. His pretty, pretty mouth. (At least that’s what your mom told me.)
(Verse) When I put it down on the beat I’mma make it sound so sweet Likkle men love to speak I don’t lose sleep in the whispers of sheep
In this first section of verse 1, Ren uses near end rhymes (beat, sweet , speak, sheep) to create a steady rhythm. Internally, he uses two types of rhyme. Down and sound are both internal rhymes that echo one another, while sleep joins the end rhymes aurally (and also orally, as they come out of Ren’s mouth.)
Here comes Ren’s initial attempt to confuse Americans with the use of a British colloquialism. He’s given up trying to pander to us, and left us to struggle, as we often do, with the English language. The word likkle means “little” and it’s a word borrowed from Jamaican patois. We already know Ren has a great appreciation for the Jamaican sound. For what it’s worth, Amy Winehouse uses the word in her song I’m No Good (“likkle carpet burns”) and no one complained about that.
Ren doesn’t lose sleep in the whispers of sheep. While he found himself miscounting them in Suicide, he is sleeping soundly now while “sheep” (little men, detractors and nay-sayers) are baaaah-ing their nonsense. He feels no need to follow the herd, either. He has his own things to say, as he goes on to tell us.
When you hear the sound of the gun Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat, that’s my tongue Spit like thunder come Drums in Moria, boom, boom, rum-rum-tum
This verse is simply exploding with onomatopoeia. Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat, boom, rum-rum-tum, all exploding sounds, warning of dangerous spitting to come (like thunder.) Simple end rhyme keeps the sounds contained. For now.
Ren’s giving us some more tongue-action in his rat-a-tat-tat-lickety-flickety rap style. He’s coming at us fast (I’m assuming “thunder come” isn’t another soup ingredient.) This thunder can be heard in the drums of Moria, the deep Dwarven realm in Lord of the Rings, the first film reference of many in this song.
Moria is the realm of the Balrog who, like Ren, is/spits fire. The competition needs to fuck right off: they shall not pass.
I’m a king, who’s the king? I’m a king, I’m the king of the ring, I’mma run this thing I’m a don, yan-ying on a ying-yang thing Jump upon that swing of the drum, vim-vim-vim
Continuing with the Lord of the Rings theme, Ren claims to be a king. In fact, he’s king of the ring (Sauron, the all-powerful?) It is also possible that the ring refers to his other two ring-based passions: the boxing ring (referred to in countless other songs) or the wrestling ring (Swanton bomb references are common, and Love Music, pt. 3 contains a juicy Hulk Hogan reference. –Apropos to nothing, Hulk Hogan and I share a birthday. Yay, Leos!) Technically, there could be another reference, to a ring he put his finger in like Frodo. I mean he seems to find joy in surprise anal penetration, which could definitely cause a competitor to lose focus. YOLO.
The repetition of the word king adds percussion to the flow, as well as punctuating the lines with internal rhyme. The beat also drops here (between “I’m the king” and “of the ring”) with a thumping bass that rises up from the basement.
He then calls himself a don again. If this were a boxing reference, he could be referring to Don King, the famous American boxing promoter. Maybe he is throwing us a Toblerone after all. Of course, a don is the “kingpin” of any mafia family, and Ren is definitely part of a close-knit “family.”
Here, though, Ren flips the switch into a new scheme with a verbal upset. Yan Ying was a Chinese philosopher, a contemporary of the better-known philosopher Confucius, described as “by far the most creative thinker of the Chunqiu age”. So, I guess it didn’t matter what Confucius said when Yan Ying was around. Ren flips the name into yin-yang, the Chinese concept of opposite but interconnected forces, Chinese concepts being Yan Ying’s “thing”. The idea of the yin-yang, of all things containing both dark and light, is a common refrain in Ren’s personal philosophy, as well as being one of the main themes of “Hi, Ren.” He seems to be saying that he is a master of both good and evil, dark and light, and he’s gonna jump on that rhythm like he jumped in the back seat with your girl on the back streets of Brighton.
Incidentally, there is also a hip-hop duo called the Yin-Yang Twins. Just a fact for funsies.
As Ren jumps on the vim-vim-vim of the drum, he swings us into the next quatrain.
Voom-voom, blat, come through like that I’m not new to rap on a Zulu cap And I do do tracks, and I do make stacks What do you do, lad? are you true to that?
Voom-voom, more onomatopoeia, drums down upon the beat of a verse containing a nice set of internal to external rhymes. In fact, this quatrain contains double internal rhymes because Ren’s just a king like that.
voom/ through, blat/ that new/ Zulu, rap/ cap do do/ do, tracks/ stacks you do/ you true, lad/ that
This is some fancy writing, lad, I’m not going to lie. Ren has laid down a challenge to all comers. He’s not new to rap, and he can kick your likkle bum back to wherever it is you came from. The Zulu may refer to the mastery of Black OG rappers in referring obliquely to Shaka, the king of the Zulu nation, known for his ass-kicking military prowess. By using the term cap which in slang refers to something fake or dishonest, it can be assumed he’s letting the likkle sheep know he’s not trying to be anything he’s not. He’s no wannabe.
After all, what has he been doing? He’s making tracks, one after the other, and he’s becoming more successful, and he’s (perhaps) exaggerating his income, because he’s a rapper and he’s gotta make stacks (And I’m sure he does have a stack of 34 common house potatoes somewhere. That counts, right?)
When he refers to the recipient of his flex, he calls him “lad,” as if he’s a kid. I know British youth refer to their mates as lads, but in this context, it seems as if he’s talking down to him. What do you do? Are you as devoted to it as I am? Are you as good as I am? I doubt it. He’s the king, and everyone else is a peasant.
On this beat I’m fat like a sumo My name’s Ren and I know my judo Candlestick killer, kill them like Cluedo Numero duo? Numero uno.
This song, which switches flow in this section, has a lot of fat beats, especially with the throbbing bass line. Ren is also “phat”, a ’90s rap slang term meaning “excellent” (when not referring to a woman, wherein it usually meant “hot as phuck”. ) A Japanese sumo wrestler, of course, is professionally fat and lauded for it, as they are also strong and can steamroll (literally, if they wanted) over their opponents.
Ren tells us what his name is in several songs: Hi Ren, What You Want, Sixteen Bar Challenge, and Love Music pt. 2. Perhaps he’s afraid we’ll forget, or perhaps he’s just asserting dominance, putting his name out there like an O.G. Yeah, you still know me.
The real question people want to know, though, is, “Does Ren really know judo?” Taking into account his skills at basketball and boxing, we may have reason to doubt this claim, but since Ren is king, he can say anything he fucking wants to, and we’re intimidated. Judo, like Sumo, is a Japanese art, so it fits the theme as well as the scheme.
The game Cluedo is called Clue in the United States, which is why some reactors just thought it was a funny rhyme when it was really, again, just English. In the game of Clue/do, one of the potential murder weapons is a candlestick. There was also a real murderer who killed someone with a candlestick in 1958, but that was a gay hate crime, so I’m pretty sure Ren isn’t referring to that. He is getting back into that sexy Murderer vibe, though.
Clue was also a movie starring Tim Curry, who is English and took the role even though the title was spelled wrong. A true martyr for the Crown. Snake Venom V, one of the most awesome reactors out there, pointed out that a lot of Ren’s references are movies, and whether or not they were conscious (Ren does love movie references) it’s worth pointing them out.
Lastly, he queries, “Numero duo? Numero uno.” I’m not number two, I’m number one. And I’m extra sexy because I speak Spanish. If, as I suspect, Ren is directly or indirectly challenging someone, he has directly relegated them to the number two spot, and no one wants to be Number Two.
The verse starts a lovely repetitive lean on the vowels u-o, with sumo, judo, cluedo, numero, duo, uno. That last line is a doozy, with four u-os in a row. It leads us into the next quatrain, which could really just be seen as a continuation of the last one.
You know, speak so frank like Bruno Hey- Cera he loves Juno, Hugo Boss man drip with a new flow— true though Sharingan killer, they call me Naruto
Here go the u-os: you know/ Bruno/ Juno/ Hugo/ New flow/ true though/ Naruto. Not all of these are perfectly true to the u-o scheme in an exact sense, but they scan aurally, and everyone appreciates good aural.
On the superficial movie tip, Bruno, Juno, and Hugo are all films, and there are several anime movies in the Naruto series.
Digging a likkle deeper, though, there are a lot more obvious references to be found.
“Speak so frank like Bruno” is a good example. Lots of people immediately jumped to the movie Bruno (also known by the mock title Brüno: Delicious Journeys Through America for the Purpose of Making Heterosexual Males Visibly Uncomfortable in the Presence of a Gay Foreigner in a Mesh T-Shirt) , and its titular character played by Sacha Baron Cohen. Bruno is pretty frank, saying basically any outrageous shit he wants. However, the reference more likely points to Frank Bruno, a British boxer with a 95% knockout-to-win ratio. He lost to Mohammed Ali twice, and was a popular celebrity even after he retired. He was known for being very open about his battles with mental health.
We love how the next line opens with Hey– Cera which reminds us of “Que Sera”, which might be a coincidence, but its a nice mental resonance. Fans of Arrested Development (which we might say is a problem Ren battled in Love Music pt. 4), will know Michael Cera, who was, of course in the movie Juno with Eliot Page. Cera’s character plays Paulie, Juno’s BFF/ babydaddy/ boyfriend.
Hugo Boss is a fashion empire started by boss man Hugo Boss in Germany in 1923. His career really took off after he started producing sexy uniforms for the Nazis. Still, he’s dead now, and his house still creates some boss fashion and cologne. Ren is not a Nazi, but he is a boss, and his drip (cool and fashionable ) flow is undeniable. Ren is the boss man, dripping with a stylin’ new flow.
Ren may be the flow OG, but as he has shown us numerous times, even in this offering, he is a huge nerd. After the Lord of the Rings bars, he tops it with a dollop of anime. Naruto is a Japanese manga series written and illustrated by Masashi Kishimoto. Naruto was created as a one-shot manga in 1995, but soon became an important pop culture figure in the late ’90s and 2000s. There are 72 volumes of Naruto manga in the series. Enough to binge for at least two weeks, probably.
The Sharingan killer reference puts Ren back into the role of ruthless and inescapable murderer. In Naruto manga and anime, the Sharingan is an ability that allows a ninja to copy, by mere sight, their opponents’ techniques while gaining incredible reflexes and perceptive abilities. So Ren is flexing that he can learn anyone’s skill and reflect it back better and stronger. So, if you don’t think he’s the master rapper, he’s saying, fuck y’all. He’s Naruto.
(Hook)
Verse 2
Verse two opens up with a new voice (which somehow some reactors missed–I mean, Ren does change his voice a lot, but it’s a totally different accent, guys!) It’s Viktus, the Brighton lad with the rich deep tone and great cheekbones (as pointed out by outrageously flirtatious/ horny Canuck “The Wolf” Johnson.)
When I put it down on the beat I’mma keep the ground on my feet I don’t wear no crown on the street But you still know me
All of a sudden we realize that Ren’s posturing might not have just been for show to his general public, but focused on a more local target. Even if the bars weren’t pointed directly at Viktus, the younger rapper seems to have taken offense at Ren’s claim to superiority. There is a challenger to the king.
Viktus, then, would be the “lad” referred to by Ren in the previous verse; the one warned to “run” when Ren fires his thunderous tongue-gun.
Internal verse-by-verse flexing battles are no new thing. It’s a game played in character. Here, Ren is the boss man confronted by a cheeky newcomer who seems prepared to challenge Ren for the title of sovereign.
It’s Viktus’s turn to put it down on the beat, and by this perhaps he means to put his rival down to the beat of the verse (for isn’t that what he perceives Ren just did to him?) It’s also, of course, just his turn to master a verse and put the king/murderer in his place like in some Shakespearean tragedy.
However, Viktus claims he has no need to brag about his sovereignty. He keeps his feet on the ground and doesn’t need to parade around with a crown to show his status. Everyone, at least in Brighton, still knows who he is.
And here he dips into the Forgot About Dre reference that Ren used in Love Music pt. 4: scooping it up from right under him. “You still know me.”
Vik has his own command of internal/external rhyme with down/ beat, ground/ feet, crown/ street, not to mention the end word me, a near rhyme that segues into the next stanza with
Still the same old V Still the same old house on the same old street With a brand new flow on a same old beat And it turns to gold every time I speak
“Still the same old V ” echoing “Still the same O.G.” quoted by Ren in Love Music pt. 4. This suggests that he and Ren know one another. Vik proposes that Ren has changed, become inflated in his ego, while Vik has stayed down to earth; no less known or regarded, except by Ren, his rival.
Viktus is still a home boy in the literal sense. He still lives in his same house in his same street. He is a neighborhood fixture, and everyone knows him. His flow, though, is new, suggesting that he is fresh, ready to take on the self-proclaimed King and assimilate his territory. (Is resistance futile? Who knows what we will find out by the end of the song.) Viktus does proclaim that his words turn to gold with his new flows, so its obviously he is taking up/presenting a challenge.
The scheme is similar to some of Ren’s above with the repetition of the word old: old V, old house, old street, new flow (breaks up the monotony), old beat. Flow near-rhymes with old, and the “new flow” shows that not everything is exactly the same in the old neighborhood.
If the characters Vik and Ren espouse in the song grew up in the same estate (estate= British housing projects) then this plays out as a musical turf-war, like it might in any ‘hood in the U.S. Two rappers head-to-head, fighting for local, if not worldwide, supremacy. Vik seems determined to show himself equal to Ren.
Look me in the eye, bro, thriller like Michael Wait, delete that, I made a typo. Michael Myers, Halloween psycho Light them fires, arsonist, pyro
The freaking bass, man. It seems to be turned up to eleven here, just to underscore Vik’s deep tone, and it hits hard.
Viktus goes hard, jumping into a Michael Jackson bar, then spinning the Thriller into a new scheme.
Oops, he says, “I made a typo”, He referenced the wrong Michael, and the wrong type of thriller. He’s talking hardcore horror, man, not just MTV zombies. Michael Myers is the psychotic killer in thirteen Halloween movies (movie references are not just one sided in this battle, I guess.)
Vik is flexing that he is dangerous, insane, maybe a worse murderer than Ren because he’s a ruthless psycho. He’s an arsonist, compelled and ready to light fires: make things hot, fire up (initiate/instigate) a competition, cause controversy (hot topics) He’s a pyro, he can’t help setting things aflame.
The rhyme scheme here (eye bro/ mi-chael/ ty-po/ my-ers/ psy-cho/fi-res/ py-ro…leading into spy–ro and Frodo) depends on a two-syllable rhythm with an I-o emphasis. Vik’s accent allows the near rhyme of “Michael” blend in almost effortlessly. Myers and fires are a little farther outfield, but they mirror one another and with the I-uh scan, they can easily get caught up in the flow.
Spyro dragon, I’m Frodo baggin’ All the shit you’re chatting, your teeth get smashed in Extracting like dentist grafting Nitrous oxide gas, no laughing
While Spyro and Frodo mirror the rhymes in the previous quatrain, the scheme changes to the second word in each phrase, ending with -in. Internal/external rhymes include dragon/baggin‘ and grafting/laughing (which rhyme perfectly when accent is taken into account.)
Spyro dragon is a video game reference to a late 90’s Playstation game. Spyro is cute and purple, he looks harmless, but he has fire for breath, so once again, Spyro Vik is the arsonist coming from the sky. Don’t underestimate the newcomer.
Viktus spins Ren’s LOTR reference into a diss. “I’ll be ‘Frodo Baggin’ the teeth I’ve just smashed out of your shit-talking mouth. The teeth right out your mouth, bitch.” Apparently someone has heard Life is Funny.
“After your mouth meets my fist,” he claims, “you’ll need oral surgery, and even with laughing gas, it’s gonna seriously hurt.” (Guess life’s not that funny, after all.)
Vik is making it clear he’s no joke.
When I put it down on the beat I’mma lay her down in the sheets Take her to the circus, she’s a freak Vegan girl, she still likes my meat
Now Vik really starts talking shit right back at Ren. Ren starts into the chorus, but Vik interrupts. He’s upping the ante here by taking it to a personal level. He’s gonna put his rhymes down on the beat, and what’s more, he’s laying a girl down in the sheets where they are gonna make a new beat together.
Apparently this young lady is quite a freak in these sheets, willing to do whatever Vik, and now we, to be honest, are vividly imagining. She’s likely gonna both condone the bone and eat it like Toblerone.
Apparently, Viktus’ penis is not triangular, however, as he refers to it as some type of “meat” which happens to be appetizing even to a vegan girl. Perhaps it looks like a veggie sausage? Regardless, they are obviously going to grind something, and it’s not impossible burger.
Feed the girl ’cause it’s time to eat Toes curl when I’m in too deep Fucked your girl, and now you really wanna beef Oh, shit! He’s knocking on the front door, leave!
Oh, it ‘s time to eat? We now have an inkling how this is going down, so to speak. Apparently Vik is good at laying down the beat as her toes are curling, which is a positive sign. And he didn’t even have to lock her in the basement. But what? It’s Ren’s girl? (We didn’t see this coming, did we?) Of course, now he’s rubbing it in Ren’s face (the facts, not his proverbial meat stick) that he got his woman freaking down in his sheets. Now Ren wants beef? More like Viktus is the one calling for war.
And who’s that at the door? Better get out of here, girl!
Interestingly, this scene brings to mind the possible response Screech might have had to Patrick if only he had known…
This is also a karmic twist to Ren’s actions in Right Here, Right Now where he banged his friend’s girl, then had to go Usain Bolt when her brother showed up at the door. Interestingly, Ren handed Vik a Stella and gave him some brotherly love in that same video; the last person he interacted with before saying he’s gonna go undercover with someone’s lover. Maybe this is some sort of payback? That Ren. He’s a naughty boy.
Viktus just played him a dirty hand, nonetheless. The rhyming continues in a similar internal/external scheme with girl/eat, curl/deep, girl/beef and then the final “Leave!”
Ahhh, what the fuck?
Ren doesn’t sound pleased. He probably just saw his half-dressed girlfriend fleeing the scene. This little fuck-boi just crossed the line. It’s time for Ren to go beast-mode.
Verse 3
Step back, sucker, fuck up the scene Tuck my socks up, chop chop I’m a millipede on my feet Mohammed Ali with my reach Biting double D’s in my teeth
Uh oh, Ren’s back, pissed and ready to fight, with his Adidas socks tucked up (over his tracksuit bottoms? I swear, he’s the only human in the world who can make that look cool.)
Internal rhymes are once again used to figuratively “punch up” the stanza: sucke fuck up, socks up/ chop chop. Then there’s the Ali/ double Ds , and the end rhymes -pede/ feet/ reach/ teeth (ee/ea sound.)
A millipede has hundreds of feet (most species have about 300 legs), so Ren is both stable and steady. It’s not easy to knock him off kilter, even if you’ve just Tobler-boned his girl. Chop, chop, better run, boy.
Obviously, with 300 feet, Ren can get where he needs to go and move swiftly back and forth, which will aid in his Muhammad Ali “float like a butterfly, sting like a bee” act (Ali and/or boxing are referenced in nearly a dozen songs as I pointed out in the last analysis.) Not only was Ali known for his quick reflexes and ability to dodge O.P.P. (other people’s punches), but for his awesome reach when he, in turn, punched people. Also reach could easily be a reference to the fact that Ren is getting recognition everywhere; his reach extends worldwide, while Vik is still local. It’s a little tap in the face.
As a woman, the line about biting double D’s in his teeth is a bit terrifying and seems a bit extreme. I made a desperate attempt to discern an alternate meaning for this line and sadly, found little help on the interwibbles. Perhaps this is why his girlfriend was looking for another option. Of course, if she’s a freak in the sheets, who knows what she likes. A “double D” is also, apparently, a Pilates exercise, but even though Ren claims to be a “P.T.” in the next stanza, I don’t think these two are exchanging workout tips.
I’m a freak, I’m a goated PT on the beat You’re a neek, you’re a little fuckboy, you’re a geek Let me speak, I’mma cut like Troy when I preach I’m a beast, I’mma come Loch Ness, unleashed, preach!
Oh, see? He admits he’s also a freak, so that biting thing makes sense. Maybe he and his girl met on FetLife?
We know Ren is the G.O.A.T., and of course he has to remind this little upstart of his standing. The meaning of P.T., however, is not really clear in this context.
According to my academic resources, P.T. can refer to: physical therapist, a popular but discontinued Japanese psychological Horror Game (published in 2014 by Konami for Playstation), play time (sex), post text, public thot, pussy twitch (a guy so hot he makes girls twitch), Pacific Time, a pint of codeine and promethazine with a seal on top, P.T. Barnum (the famous circus dude and purveyor of “freaks”), public transport, “penis twerk”, or “pound town”. Several of these might fit Ren’s repeated themes, but I like to think he means “pussy twitch” because he is reasserting his sexual dominance. Either that or the Murderous video game or the Freak Master. He’s the king of both fucking and killing, so watch out.
He goes on to call Viktus a mere fuckboy: an easy, callous lay, a jerk, or a worthless weak-ass wonton worth nothing. For what it’s worth, fuckboy has over 300 definitions in the Urban Dictionary, but “cheap lay,” is the basic gist. Vik might of fucked his girl, but it doesn’t make him anything better than a quick trick.
Not only is Vik a sexual empty set, he is also a neek. Neek is a word that blends the words nerd and geek. I know where Ren is trying to go with this, but isn’t this the pot calling the kettle black, considering Ren’s multiple reference to certain movies and video games? Never mind. He’s the murderer, he gets to say whatever he wants.
The word geek implies a weak, harmless, boring person with no social skills who is low on the popularity totem pole. Once again, Ren is telling Vik that he is nothing in comparison to Ren’s swagger and popularity. A geek was also originally a term referring to a type of circus performer who entertained the audience with gross acts like biting off and swallowing chicken heads. I guess we’re all freaks here, only some are apparently sexier than others.
Ren is certainly a wordsmith with a tongue like a weapon (as mentioned in Genesis, as well as in the first verse of this song.) In this case, it’s a knife and it’s about to slice Viktus to shreds. Troy is another movie reference. This movie is about the battle of Troy, a city in ancient Greece. The Trojan war was waged over a devastating decade of massive bloodshed. It was also a battle over a woman.
Speaking of ruthless women, Ren now invokes Nessie, the Loch Ness monster. Ren is a monster rising from the depths…he’s huge and will easily overwhelm any geeky little fuckboy.
Ren is here to preach. He’s about to tell the truth, lay it down for reals, blud.
Personally, this might be my favorite part of the song. Not only are the rhymes skillfully syncopated, but they are actually sung if you listen closely. It’s rare, though not impossible, for a rap cadence to have a melody. Here it feels almost incidental, as if Ren can’t help it because the bars lend themselves to a certain musicality.
The repeated assonance using the ee sound is slithery as an eel. freak/ P.T. (that’s two!)/ beat/ neek/ geek/ speak/ preach/ beast/ unleashed/ preach! Both the first and last lines have three rhyming words, while the middle two have two ee rhymes and an oy rhyme. This secondary rhyme, fuckboy/ Troy is mirrored visually by goated and Loch, even though they don’t rhyme aurally.
Who’s that boy who moves like a raver Oi, oi, oi, a new tasty flavour Anakin flow, I glow like a saber No sweat, bro, I’m loving the labour
Back to a simpler rhyme scheme, Ren’s obviously referring to himself as the raver, waving his glow sticks in the air, and as a tasty treat.
A hot young chav yelling “Oi” is yes, a new tasty flavor. A mating call for all the freaks, for sure. Personally, I’d happily take a bite of that house potato. He knows he’s hot. There’s always another girl ready and waiting. It’s no longer about his (likely) ex- anyway, it’s just the insult/challenge Viktus laid down that’s the problem now.
Anakin flow is an obvious reference to Star Wars (who were you calling a neek, again?) Anakin, as we all know, is evil, so Ren’s (not surprisingly) channeling the Dark Side, (Murderer) and glowing like a lightsaber. Thanks again to Snake Venom for pointing out that a light saber is really just a giant (yet lethal) glow stick. We must not forget, either, that Ren glows with energy, radiance, and fame. Of course everyone sees him and wants to bask in his light. Vik is obviously one of those.
No lie, he loves this work: all he has to do is be who he is and look how far he’s come. He’s the king.
Work, work, work, a work workaholic She twerk, twerk, twerk, she’s twerking right on it One on the backseat, one on the bonnet Grabbing my William, this is my sonnet.
Is Ren the workaholic referred to here, “loving the labour” as seen in the last stanza (aside: my American keyboard does not love the flavour of the English language) or does this line refer to the twerker who is putting all of her focus on “twerking right on it” (obviously a play on “working on it.”)
Obviously girls are aplenty around here, as Ren has one in the backseat and Vik has one on the bonnet (“hood” for you hapless U.S.ers) of the car. Obviously, while they may be beefing, it’s not so bad that they can’t be “beefing” in/on the same car simultaneously.
Geez, Ren, all this automobile intercourse is giving me flashbacks. I can’t see how that can be comfortable, bruv. However, if it comes down to it, I’d rather be in the backseat than on the bonnet, at least in public… I’ll have to think about it. A lot. Alone. Late at night.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter since you had to bring William Shakespeare into the mix. I’m pretty sure he’s be amused at your ribald willie joke, after all, he’d totally get it on with your mum if he could. Your (presumably new) girl’s grabbing of your William has become your new love poem. You, sick boi, are the height of romance.
Mirroring the repetition of “oi, oi, oi” in the previous stanza, Ren keeps chopping the beat up with “work, work, work, a work workaholic” and “twerk, twerk, twerk, she’s twerking right on it.” I think we can assume what “it” is.) Following up –aholic and on it with bonnet and sonnet completes the scheme. Backseat and bonnet (two syllables, b-t, b-t) offer a nice mirror-image between them, especially since Ren and Vik each take one part of the line.
I’m that fella sipping Stella we call that an in-ter-stellar I’m a rapping Cinderella, serve it like its mozzarella Acapella, say it better, bend a beat like Uri Gellar Go getter, trend setter , on your feet like David Guetta
Stella Artois is a delicious and popular beer in the U.K. (As I pointed out earlier, Ren hands Vik a Stella before going off to bone some other guy’s girl in Right Here, Right Now.) So does interstellar just refer to a Stella in the belly? Interstellar also means “in between the stars”, perhaps referring to the fact that he’s a rising star, or up among the stars. (Interstellar is also a movie, for those counting up the film titles.)
Cinderella happens to be cockney rhyming slang for fella (thank you, English person whose name I’ve forgotten who mentioned this. ) It is, of course, also a fairy tale (he sure does love his children’s literature!) The question is: does he turn into a pumpkin at midnight? (Shout out to Ray Vibes for the inquiry.) Or is it simply that his success is like a fairy tale, magical and coming out of nowhere? (Never mind that Cinderella only succeeded through the help of others. I don’t see Ren naming his fairy godmother. Rude!)
He’s about to serve his rhyme now like it’s mozzarella. Cheese will be referred to again several times, as it’s a slang reference to money, but here it could be a different type of cheese, as mozzarella could refer to anything fine, pleasant, attractive, or sexy, like his phat bars.
Acapella means no music, so, when rhyming acapella, what one says really stands out. One has to “say it better,” as they can’t hide behind the music. Ren also bends a beat like Uri Gellar, a magician and mesmerist who claimed he could bend spoons with his mind. (Probably still does, as he’s still alive and commented on the video, grateful for the shout-out.)
David Guetta, for those who aren’t aware, is a famous French D.J. and music producer; he makes the audience “get on their feet” to dance.
Once again Ren plays it up with the machine-gun rhymes, the rat-a-tat-tat tongue he bragged about in verse one. (fella/ Stella/ stella Cinderella/ mozzarella/acapella/ betteGellagettesetteGuetta.) If you include some of the preceding words, too, you will see he is also utilizing syllabic quadruplets in the first three lines (and in the last with “David Guetta”), which carry the flow along at a staccato pace. He then alters the central syllables in the last line to smoothly carry the rhythm into the following stanza.
Better and better, I serve it letter for letter The alphabet upsetter, I make the cheese, I make cheddar I got the berrrrrrrrrrrrrrretta vendetta , I’m spitting pepper When I skrrrrrrrt impeccable rhythms, the rap Mecca on the beat.
Ren claims that he is is getting better with every word/bar he spits. Each letter counts; he is serving it up and it is supreme.
–etta is the main rhyme ending used in this stanza (bette lette alphabet(ta)/ upsette chedda Beretta/ vendetta/ peppe …pecca…/ Mecca.) Ren’s accent leans into this scheme which wouldn’t work the same without it. Note how he adds an extra -uh syllable on to the end of alphabet just like he does in Illest of Our Time with “alphabetti spaghetti” (Although “Alphabetti Spaghetti” is a real thing in the U.K., so it really chaps my buttocks that the printed lyrics just say “alphabet.”) Once again, his tongue takes on the role of weapon, trilling the R on berrrrrrretta (which is a gun, as all Americans would obviously know.)
The architect of alphabet, Ren again scatters the letters and reconstructs them into mozzarella. And also cheddar. He makes money. Lots of money and even more money. This bitch could buy a lifetime supply of wonton soup if he had to.
Deep into his Berretta vendetta, he’s obviously not done with Vik, despite banging girls simultaneously on the same motor vehicle. Can’t let sleeping chicks lie, apparently. Ren wants to make it clear that what he’s spitting (pepper) is as hot as anything Vik can put out.
Skrrrrrt is a sound used in EDM and trap. It indicates a hard turn or drift with an automobile, getting to a place fast, so here he is referring to his ability to rap fast, change schemes and flows on a dime. A flex.
Mecca is a holy place where Muslims make pilgrimage (Muhammad Ali performed haaj in 1972.) Of course, Ren is the creator of bars others can only pay homage to with reverence.
He wouldn’t be the first king who thought he was God.
Hook/Outro
The song concludes with several repetitions of the hook flowing into the outro. These vary in style, with sounds replacing more and more of the words as the outro progresses, leaving the rap behind as it melds into the electric dance beat to lead us out.
Final Thoughts:
This song is catchy and ultimately danceable. I could easily hear it bumping on a dance floor in a club I could not get into.
Viktus’s interplay with Ren is delightful, and he definitely holds his own. Although his style of rap is not the same as Ren’s, it’s good stuff (go check it out and give Vik some love at @Itsviktus on YouTube and @its_viktus on Instagram.) I have no doubt he’s going to go far.
Who knew Brighton would be the upcoming rap center of Britain, and maybe the world? At the very least, it will be the center of rappers battling out in the backseat and on the bonnet.
Until next time, Oi, Renegades!
c. 2023 D.B. Myrrha.
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2023.05.08 00:47 Ricewine94 [Moonless Without You] - Part 23

[Moonless Without You] - Part 23
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Summary:
Collin Thomas is a high-schooler living in a society where being a werewolf is the norm.
A junior in school, he’s the new wolf in town, moving from the small backwater of Sulphur Springs to the sprawling urban center of Garden City. Attending East Garden High, his survival instincts drive him to blend into the crowd and find a new pack as quickly as possible.
As he mulls over his options, Collin keeps running into classmate Simon Lovett. Simon’s a loner, and as intrigued as Collin is in the boy’s enigma of behavior, every time Collin tries to get close he slips away. Nobody knows if Simon’s part of a pack; if he is, it's a mystery who they could be. No one's even seen him shift before.
Collin knows better than to give chase when he’s got easier choices in reach. Yet, of all the lessons Collin's got on his plate, staying away proves the hardest one to learn.
Previous Update: 1/22/2023
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“Morning, Bleary Eyes.”
I jerked awake, nearly dropping the books I was loading in my locker. Cheryl was beside me grinning, her curly, ginger hair tamed into a surprisingly neat bun.
“Y’know, like the band, Bright Eyes?”
I did my best not to sound startled. “Yeah, I’ve heard of them. How was your weekend?”
“Vampiric. Still recovering from yours?”
“Kind of.” I grabbed what I needed and shut my locker to get out of Cheryl’s way. “You guys end up going up Macomb River to shift?”
“After that weird, bloodsucker movie at the Moxie, yeah,” she told me. “Then we took the North Slopes bus line that runs late. Turns out, the bus’ll take you little further than normal on full moons. Stop wasn’t far from Macomb’s trailhead.”
“Right. I remember you mentioning the whole, accessibility thing for people in your pack that couldn’t drive. Think I saw a one of those late-night buses near Broadway.”
“How about you?” Cheryl asked. “Tell me you didn’t go up the Ridge.”
“Yeah, well, funny story,” I jokingly chuckled. “I did and didn’t.”
“What are you, Schrödinger's wolf?”
I proceeded to tell her the whole story, downplaying as much as I could. First, because I didn’t want her to worry more than she already did. Secondly, because, I mean, it’s not I was still worried she’d get jealous, it’s just weird to talk about hanging out with other people around your close friends. Especially if it didn’t sound like they were on good terms. I really needed to figure the hot goss going on between the two packs.
“Woah, woah, woah,” Cheryl interrupted me, shaking her head. “What do you mean, you couldn’t shift, Co?”
“I got the prickles and everything, like I was gonna, but then I didn’t,” I explained. “Look, I’ve never had problems shifting before. Even during the day. But it just wouldn’t happen last Saturday evening, and I don’t know why.”
“Have you talked to Sam about it?” she asked. “She’s a nurse, maybe she’ll know something. Or know who to talk to.”
“No—I don’t want to worry her,” I responded. “She’s kind of been over my shoulder the past few weeks, and I don’t want her to go into hover-overkill mode to try and help. It’s only been this one time, anyways.”
“And if it happens a second time?”
“Hey, you know me, I can take care of myself,” I assured.
“You say that, yet I’ve watched you slice your finger with a butter knife,” she scoffed. “Well, if you’re too stubborn for Sam, what about your therapist? Maybe she can talk some sense into opening up. I can’t keep all your secrets, y’know.”
“Hey, don’t worry, you’re not my only keeper,” I snarked. She went to hit me in the shoulder. I dodged and utilized my longer legs to stay a step out of her reach.
At the start of English, Mrs. Lovette announced our new topic: poetry analysis. Her grand plan for the next month was this: we’d start by listening and reciting poetry, move to “analyzing,” and then tie the crux with writing our verses. Our first big assignment was a group presentation of a poem. Unlike last time, though, we wouldn’t be picking our partners--Mrs. Lovette would.
Fuck.
“This topic is all about understanding our own perspectives in juxtaposition with other’s. Working with someone new is an opportunity to view old things in unfamiliar lights,” Mrs. Lovette informed us amid a sea of teenage groans. “How many times have you found on your way home, the same road looks so different between night and day? Take a moment to think about that analogy. Now, don’t let a poem’s compact forms fool you—every word choice, structural decision, punctuation, or lack thereof tells a story a whole book can’t capture. As part of our first group project, each group will recite a poem. You'll discuss why you think your poet chose specific conventions in their work. Extra credit if you recite from memory.”
Already, Mrs. Lovette had written our groups on a large, poster-sized notepad, which she revealed with a dash of gusto. I crossed my fingers as I searched for my group, mumbling a prayer: nobody from Pierson’s pack, please. We were in groups of three this time instead of two, so I corrected myself. No Piersons, plural, please.
“Oh, fuck me,” Cheryl muttered, finding her name first. “I got Cera, David’s last partner. And Hannah Chang. I’m going to have a stroke.”
Hannah was one of Pierson’s pack mates I’d met a few days—she had been just as ready to eat me alive as the rest of her peers.
“Could be worse?” I offered. Though, my mom once said 'worse' in some situations was the difference an extra tooth made in a hyena's mouth.
“Don’t brag,” she retorted. “Look at you.”
I got David and Ivy on my team. Nice. Sure, David had become testy lately, but he was smart and (most importantly) non-malicious. As for Ivy, despite last weekend’s embarrassment, she was so obscenely nice, working with her would be a breeze.
Curiously, I scanned the giant sheet for Simon’s name, and frowned. He and Pierson were together, along with a third person I hadn’t met yet.
“Now, everyone, pack your things and group up,” Mrs. Lovette ordered. “Our school librarian organized materials for us. I want each of you to start looking through them lightly just to get a feel of all the shapes poetry can take. Simon, Cera, start passing these sheets to the back, one per group; it’s a list of twenty romantic poets, which is where we’ll be starting. Has everyone used a search database on a computer before?”
We all got handouts on how to use a search engine. Once all of us had finished expressing either excitement or dread over their partners, the sound of scraping chairs and zipping backpacks filled the room. Ivy, David, and I loosely kept together as we shuffled through the hallways, Ivy still keeping her face partially veiled behind her hair. It made talking to her like talking through a curtain.
Once we found our table, we set immediately to work.
“So, like, any of these guys, right?” I said, pointing to our list of poets. “Or we can go rogue?”
“Well…” Ivy began to say, “We could go with someone on the list, or—“
“Wordsworth. I did a project on him last year,” David stated. “Still have my notes. It’ll be quick work.”
“Hold up,” I stopped him. “Don’t you think this should be a group decision?”
“I mean, sure.” David unenthusiastically shrugged. “Just saying, we don’t have to drag this out.”
“Ivy, you were reading poetry with Seb last weekend, right?” I asked her. “When we were at the campfire.”
David raised his eyebrow. Ivy nodded and said with a quiet voice, “Yes. Arthur Rimbaud. But, but, don’t let that influence you. His native language is French. Wordsworth is less of a hassle—“
“It’s poetry. Hassle’s part of it, isn’t it?” I assured her. “Anyways, I’ve never heard of your Rimbaud guy before.”
Or Wordsworth, but that was beside the point.
“Same,” David confessed. “If he wrote in French, I doubt the library has it.”
“I have his book, if that’s okay?” Ivy offered. She pulled it from her bag and passed it to me first. I cracked it open. It still smelled like campfire smoke from last Saturday, some of the paper edges torn, with page margins covered in pencil smears.
Yeah, definitely poetry in there. I passed it to David.
“So, we just gonna share this one book, then?” he questioned.
“There’s a photocopier,” she offered. “Maybe we can ask to use it.”
David nodded and relented to Ivy’s choice. “Well, since it’s your book, we’ll start with your picks.”
She pointed out a few, which (thankfully) weren’t too long. I stopped Ivy’s paging with a finger.
“Can you reread that one?” I asked.
Eternity. The sea fused with the sun,” she softly spoke aloud. Maybe that’s what I needed more in my life; less moon, more sun.
“I like it.”
“Too short,” David countered. “Both to recite, and to explain. We need longer.”
“Oh, oh, would it help if, during our presentation, I read the French parts?” Ivy pitched in. “I used to go to a boarding school in Lyon. We can say one stanza in French, then one in English. Then we don’t need a long poem, because we’re doubling how much we’re presenting.”
“That… actually sounds pretty rad,” David surprisingly agreed. Ivy blushed, trying to hide half her face under the collar of her sweater. “How about we find one with a couple quatrains, then? ”
Together, we went ahead and photocopied a few pages of Ivy’s poetry book, screwing around with the copier for a few minutes until the librarian chased us off. Once the bell rang, I searched for Cheryl for our usual walk to our next class. I couldn’t ignore Ivy still hanging around our table, though, clearly looking at me with something to say.
“What’s up?” I finally asked.
“You mind if I… walked with you?” she replied. “I know your trig class is a little out of the way, so it wouldn’t be too long. Unless I’m bothering you too much?”
“No, no, not at all,” I assured her. “Did you… need help with something?”
“I wanted to thank you. For giving my idea a chance. Most people sort of ignore me and talk over me.”
“I, well, it’s no problem. David can be a little pushy, but he’s a smart guy.” Way smarter than me. “Don’t take it personally.”
“You sit with him and Cheryl at lunch. With the rest of Selene’s pack.”
Was everyone in school stalking me now?
“Well, he’s not bad if you give him a chance,” I defended. “I think, cause he’s in line for beta, he’s got more of a motive to, y’know, speak out. You know how betas can be a little extra sometimes?”
“Oh. I thought it was more of a… in line for alpha thing.” She flustered a bit. “I mean, since Selene’s graduating. You can sort of sense it in his aura.”
“Uh, yeah, aura.”
“Hey, a-are you… up to anything after school today?” she questioned. “Some of us are thinking of going to the skate park. Jo, Sebs, and Ash, at least.”
“Sorry. Mondays I got something going on after school,” I apologized. “Sam, my sister’s mom, got me into seeing a therapist. Not that I’m like, crazy. Just, y’know, moving from a real small town to a real big city and all.”
“Oh. After my parents divorced, I’ve had to see one, but the relationships always felt so… artificial. I find mindfulness more useful—have you ever meditated?” she asked.
“You mean midday naps, right?” I laughed. “No, not really my thing. ADHD and all.”
“You missed your turn.”
“My what?” We stood in the middle of a junction as crowds of students pushed past us. “Oh, right, right, to class. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. It’s nice talking to you, Collin.”
“Nice talking to you, too, Ives.”
She veiled her face beneath her hair again and hurried off, embarrassed. I scratched my head. Too soon for nicknames?
🌕 🌗 🌑
Getting a lobotomy was more preferable than a second longer of PE. Especially after, well, y’know, with Matt and Pierson and all.
The only reason why Matt probably hadn’t ripped my head off in the locker room since the ‘incident’ was the blessing and curse of Pierson’s continued interest in my suffering. Like, during basketball, even though nobody would pass me the ball—cautionary measures after I docked someone in the face with a pickle ball—he’d get all in my space like there was something to body block. I’d be purposely twenty feet from the action at the edge of the court, and all of a sudden his back or chest was up in my face.
Matt must’ve thought it was all part of some long-term mind game his alpha was orchestrating to put me in my place, considering Matt only tried to trip me two or three times on the court. Yeah, Pierson was into playing games with other people, but I don’t think the game we were playing was the same kind Matt thought we were playing. I was starting to worry Pierson’s interest was too…
I left the thought at ‘playful.’
Pierson’s attention left the court one day and followed me into the locker room, interrupting me while I was in the middle of pulling my shirt over my sweaty hair.
“Howdy,” Pierson started with a fake Western accent. “Been a while since we had ourselves ah chat, pardner.”
“I remotely remember quite a few, antagonizing encounters on the court less than ten minutes ago,” I retorted.
“Hey, a little bit of fur ruffling isn’t the same as a conversation, is it?”
I tugged my street shirt on. Pierson was… well, not shirtless, but he could certainly hurry up when it came to buttoning up his top. “Well, then, Mr. Conversationalist, what’s the conversation?”
“Sassy,” he smirked. “Hey, your birthday’s soon, isn’t it?”
“How’d you find out?” I didn’t remember telling anyone outside of Simon and Ash’s pack.
Pierson shrugged. “A bird told me. What are you turning, sixteen?”
“Seventeen,” I corrected.
“Big day,” he whistled. “Don’t miss out on it. You only turn seventeen once.”
“That’s true for every age.”
“Proves my point even more.” Dressed and ready, I tried to squeeze past Pierson. He forced me to duck under his arm. “Catch you later, Collin. Don’t leave me hanging like last time, alright?”
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2016.09.21 09:03 Bigmethod Eminem's Wordplay - An analytical breakdown of "Groundhog Day"

We're so close to a new Eminem track! Whether its some generic pop song or not (and it is), i'm still excited to hear new material from our boy! I'll definitely be breaking it down since i've been getting such an overwhelming amount of support from you guys.
It makes me really happy that I can share my love for lyricism for with people who appreciate it, even if its just focused on one artist... Albeit this artist just so happens to be my favorite!
I don't use any websites to breakdown this music, however, if you want an amazing website that delves deeper behind the meanings of the track, check it out at Rapgenius.com!
Introduction
Today we'll be breaking down "Groundhog Day". This is a very dense and long track. It took me a really solid amount of hours to break this thing down, so I hope y'all like it!
In this really aggressive and engaging song, Eminem tells his story (once again), but this time with a nice original spin on it. He compares his life to the movie "Groundhog Day", where the main character gets stuck in a time loop. He's forced to live out a day over and over and over again. Eminem compares this to his life as a child.
However, further into the track he deviates from this motif and begins just talking about how he found hiphop and what, in my interpretation, lead him to BREAK that loop. I'll be outlining where exactly he breaks this timeloop and begins living his life as a new person. A rapper.
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This track is undeniably insane. In the sense that its one of, if no the most, complex track he's ever done in terms of rhyming. Its incredible. The beauty is that he's not even making shit hard to rap along to here either. Its just bars on bars on bars.
The first two verses are light on wordplay, but the last two make up for it. This makes sense in the way the song is structured too.
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Warning: This is by far my LONGEST breakdown. Its around 25,000 words. So if you find the first two verses kind of tame, feel free to skip to the final two verses where the lyricism gets pretty insane! However, if you have the time, I do recommend checking out the whole thing.

Enjoy!
Verse 1:
I used to think I had bad luck, but I wasn't superstitious
'til one day I grew suspicious, when I stepped on a crack
On Aunt Edna's stoop and got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Em starts this track with a great layed-back flow. He also starts it with a tercet that introduces us to not only the loop, but the first motif we'll be seeing in the track. To signify "bad luck" or "negative superstition", Marshall brings up his experience with literal shit. It introduces us to the cycle.
Also, there's a nice matching 8-syllable internal with "But I was-n't su-per-sti-tious / 'til one day i grew sus-pi-cious".
He breaks the internal to finish this tercet off. A common tactic Eminem approaches is shortening or extending the last bar of a certain rhymescheme to make it end more wholesomely. This is a nice tip for anyone writing rap. If you are done with a certain rhymescheme, don't just end it and move on to the next one. Try wrap it up with a bar that deviates from the rhymeschemes format.
For example, the first couplet ending with "stepped on a crack", is a perfect bar-for-bar match. While the last bar breaks the bar-line (or so it sounds like it) and finishes the rhyme scheme. I know being "even" is constantly a fear for upcoming lyricists. But don't be afraid, sometimes breaking that barline is what you need to make your verse not sound stilted.
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Also a funny little internal reference here. He stepped on a crack and got pooped on. Eminem loves his corny humor.
Then we flew the coop to Michigan to start anew, but ditching
Missouri for Michigan didn't work, so we moved
Back to Missouri from Michigan, from Missouri back to Michigan
Someone put me out my misery, I can't do this again
So quick note, he breaks the barline with the third bar here.
Em also continues the motif of "birds". They flew the COOP, which is a cage of sorts that holds birds, but he uses it as a metaphor for his family... since a trailer park is often considered a cage of sorts. So much like birds, they sort of migrated to a different place in Michigan.
Slim plays around with his rhyme-scheme SO much on this track, its lit.
He's using an awesome poetry-esq format where he breaks the barline in the first and third line, also matching the end-rhymes on the first and third bar. He's on some poetry shit!
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I'm usually not a fan of repeated words, but it works so well here. Especially with the payoff in the last bar as he reveals the homophone of "misery" and "missouri". Clearly showing that he finds Missouri MISerable!
"Again" also matches with michi-GAIN. So that could also be an attempted match much like misery, albeit an imperfect one.
Mom, please stick to a decision, discipline, last thing I wanna do is listen
She's like Lex Luthor, bitch, her rules are Krypton-
-ite, so the walls - I done lost my power to see through them bitches
But I run into 'em, running through the kitchen
Pretending to be blind Superman, cause I had no supervision
I got into this pretty heated argument with someone on this subreddit a few weeks back. They made the claim that modern Em sucks at creating bars. He constantly tramples the barline so he could pack in more words.
I mean, yeah, but that's a style in itself. Like it or not. Personally, i love matching syllables and how they rhyme. Here Eminem is completely ignoring the barline.
He's also STILL on the same rhyme-scheme as the previous seven bars! Even if the matching is a bit different here, he's still rhyming the same sounding words.
The internals being with the Ii/ie/shion/ine/es/on/ou.
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Okay this also has some really sick wordplay. The entire thing shifted from a bird theme to a superhero/villain theme. Em always loved his comic books.
So Eminem is saying that his mom is famed Superman villain Lex Luthor, who often used Kyrptonite, Superman's only weakness, against him. Rules are Eminem's kryptonite, as Eminem is Superman in this metaphor.
Superman also could see through walls... so some could say he has super vision. However, Kyrptonite blocks his powers (including supervision), so he loses his ability to see through walls.
Eminem is literally blind now, since he has no supervision. Supervision being a double entendre since he literally can't see through walls if he was superman, but also since his mom doesn't supervise him.
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This is what I like to call "Forced but works", when it comes to Eminem's wordplay. Its often corny and cheesy dad-jokes. But man the way he delivers them is so tongue-n-cheek but not so much that you feel like he's winking at the camera. I love it.
But I did have a super power though, I could turn into invisible kid
Disappear out of sight, like a true magician
And one day Uncle Ronnie brought over this new, but different
Music into the picture and it became my new religion
He maintains the same sounding rhymescheme throughout the entire first verse, its pretty dope. He also does the same 1/3 2/4 matching bars.
In this quatrain he wraps up the superhero motif and says that his loop sort of ended with the discovery or rap. Its a nice way to wrap up the entire concept of the song... but its only the first verse. Interesting.
Also the line "I remember it clearly, even to this day" is an obvious reference to how he remembers discovering hip hop. But interestingly, fully rapping up the superhero theme/motif is the fact that the line is sampled from a comic book Eminem read.
Verse 2:
Move back to Michigan again, to live with my Grandma Nan
Always itching for something to do
Was flipping through the radio stations one day and discovered
This DJ who was mixing, I say it to this day, if you ain't listened
To the Wizzard, you ain't have a fucking clue what you was missing
I'd zone out with my headphones, all I remember doing's wishing for shoes
Fuck them stupid Pumas bitch, it's all about them new edition Troops
You get them LL Cool J cooling system
Eminem is in full story-mode now.
Note how he once again 'ends' a rhymescheme, kinda. He maintains a similar rhymescheme throughout these verses, however, the way the rhyme is delivered is different. While there's always an "ie" sound being rhymed, like in "AgAIn" "MichigAIn" "MissIAN"(I know its spelled missIOn, but his pronunciation was different here).
He shifts it from end-rhymes to a more internal rhymescheme. That's why he ramps up these bars and once again creates a shorter bar to end this current rhymescheme. Note the method I talked about earlier, he uses it throughout this track.
There are also some great references here, such as the shoes he mentioned in Yellow Brick Road, and Eminem's constant praise of LL Cool J.
Made that final maneuver to 8 Mile and Hoover
And somehow I saw my future is in this, that's how I know my mission
Little boom box booming, spitting, practicing numerous writtens
When I sit in my room envisioning my dreams come to fruition
I remember Proof would visit, couldn't wait to play him my new shit
He'd go cuckoo ballistic, go through the roof for his shit
It's like we knew the instant, we touched a mic that both of us
Too existed to do this shit, never quit, too persistent
This entire shorter second verse often feels like a bridge to the third and fourth verse. As i said, he's in storytelling mode. The loop seems to be starting back up again though... i'll get into how.
Note once again, he uses the same bar tactic to split the rhymescheme up in the last tercet. He starts chopping a little bit towards the end to mark the end of the verse. Its important to signify the end of a verse with a change. I never liked when rappers would just slowly drift into the verse with the same exact rhyme scheme.
Verse 3:
Started a group of misfits, Proof had a proposition
If we all band together, there ain't no stopping this shit
Come up with aliases, bipolar opposites and
Be ready to come off the top as sharp precision
If you got dissed at the Shop, cause if they caught you slipping
They'd take your spot if someone got to ripping you
And you forgot your written
Opportunity knocks once, it ain't knocking again
It tried ding-dong ditching shit, I fucking got that bitch in a headlock
So my idea is that with this introductory set of bars, Eminem is outlining his travels back into a grounding time-loop once again. Instead of it being from moving, its from rapping.
Its also important to note that this is where the song gets RIDICULOUSLY in-depth when it comes to rhymes. Like the next 50-ish bars or however many there are left are amongst the best bars Eminem has ever spat. Also have my favorite quatrain of that year (2013).
He's finishing up his story of how he found rap, got accustomed to it, formed D-12... and he began slaughtering his opponents. Still doing the "ie" rhymescheme too!
People outline Legacy as an impressive feat of rhymes, but I don't agree. Eminem outdid himself with this track. Legacy wasn't even a quarter as impressive as this, in my humble opinion.
Cut off his oxygen, Slim is not budging
Like cocksucking cynderblocks in the wind, now I got a pot to piss in
Spot in that top position, kopping over the opposition
Looking like a dog that's pissing, leg up on the competition
Weeeeew laddy! Shit's ramping up! These bars are fucking fire. The perfect 8/9 - 8/7 rhymescheme. Its getting heated.
Also a nice little comparison in the last bar. He has a leg up on the competition, a leg up much like a dog that's peeing, since when dogs piss they lift up their legs. NICE, Marshall, NICE!
Also its a reference to the second bar of this quatrain, saying now that he has a pot to piss in. This pot being both a metaphor for the fact that he's getting that sweet juicy cash, but also since his pot to piss in is literally other rappers as well. NIIIIICE MARSHALL, NICE!
Promising complete dominance, Sugar Ray Robinson
I'm in a league Muhammad's in, Ali's my colleague bombing 'em
Probably end up on top of 'em, stomping 'em like Ndamukong
I'm Russian like a Ukrainian, LaDainian Tomlinson
So if any of you were a bit sad I wasn't more indepth on the rhyme scheme this track... well, you're about to understand why.
Midway through this amazing track Eminem delivers the best quatrain of the year :
So what does Eminem do here. One, he wants a total focus on rhyming. Literally every word apart from "Like/my/I'm" are feeding into the rhyme scheme. This leads to almost 95% rhyming match, something that the bars you link don't have.
He's also holding an 8 syllable rhyme scheme in the first couplet. Eight! That's impressive in its own right, but he goes one step further. He keeps this quatrain under one motif. Sports. So wrestling and Football. He starts it off with a wrestling metaphor, saying that he'll dominate like the famous boxer, Sugar Ray Robinson. He's also in the same league that Muhammad's in. So in the best rappers of all time.
Muhammed Ali is his colleague, furthering the metaphor. He's bombing them with his rap. He's destroying his competition so much so that he'll end up on top of them like Ndamukong, a Detroit Lion's football player who's known for stomping his competition LITERALLY.
He's Russian - Rush-in' so he's Rushing like the football player, Ladanian Tomlinson. As well as Russian like Ukranian, which was under Russia's Empire, or was when these references were relevant.
AND THAT'S NOT IT!
He's also Russian and YOUR-CRANIUM which is a slant-homophone of Ukranian. Rushin' at your cranium is a double entendre for lyrics pouring into your brain as well as him literally rushing you like a football player...
AND THAT'S NOT FUCKING IT YET.
Ukranian is a slant-homophone of the word Uranium, which is a prime substance in bombs, relating it back to the line "Bombing Em'".
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YO MARSHALL - Chill man, CHILL!!!!
Flow vomits in your face, competitors fall at my waist
You spit a rhyme, I spit in a rhyme's face
So name the time, place to battle bitch, I'm still in that mind state
Don't make me step on you and make you wine grapes
He's not done yet though!
These lines are grimy as FUCK. The second bar being a nice little play on the term "spitting" which often relates to rapping. Eminem is so brutal with his rhymes that he spits on a rhyme to make it harder.
You also step on grapes to juice them to create wine. He literally steps on rappers so hard and often that he makes them into wine. Wine being a homophone for 'whine' which is what rappers most likely do when they get destroyed.
Cry babies, maybe my way that I use words is loose
But you turds better be careful how you choose yours
Cause feelings scar, but egos bruise worse
And the truth hurts, shit no wonder you're sore losers
Just DAMN, dude! These quatrains are relentlessly awesome.
I don't really have much to say about these bars as they are pretty self-explanatory. They're lit as FUCK though.
The last bar being a play on words. Marshall makes a funny little pun on how egos get beaten and bruised, which makes those bruises sore. So they are metaphoric bruises. The truth hurts, much like a sore bruise, so the truth is these rappers that he's slaughtering are below him. So much like their egos, the truth hurts... for them.
Now where's your poo, birds? Ooh
No more tripping in bird shit, songs of self-empowerment surging
Words of encouragement, but discouraging the rappers
The Rap Game's God, but the name's not James Todd, I'm just a wordsmith
Two callbacks in this quatrain. One to the earlier bird motif. He broke the loop, so he's no longer stepping on cracks and being shit on by birds. His bad luck is over!
Really solid rhymescheme here too, with a 5/7 syllable scheme.
Also Em being super humble. Man, when every rapper and their mother is calling themselves GOATS, i think its okay if you say you're GOAT too. Hell, atleast some people would believe it too.
James Todd is the name of LL Cool J, by the way. Another callback.
So let these words lift, cause all I got is bars
For you dumbbells, since yours ain't working out
Each verse is more merciless than the first is, and you ain't got to wear
No shoes and shirt in this bitch to get served, bloodthirst revenge of the nerds
Some more sick wordplay to wrap up this verse.
Eminem's words lift being up. Even his pronunciation has its pitch "lifted", so in a way, it could be considered a triple entendre. His words inspire, his pitch rises, and he's also referring to his solid ass bars! He lifts bars. So he works out by writing, since lifting 'bars' can be another word for lifting physical weights.
Bar is obviously another word for "line".
These other rappers are also "dumbbells", which is a continuation of this metaphor. They're dumb. It ties in with these bars he's lifting.
And they are clearly not 'working out' as much as he is, since their bars are significantly less heavy than his. So his bars are heavier, since he works out with the pen so often. As well as their bars being lighter because he both lifts them up... so its a quadruple entendre. He also lifts these bars up because while they may seem heavy at first, once they're compared to Eminem's bars, they seem not heavy at all in comparison.
These rappers are clearly not working out, since their bars are so light. Tying the entire metaphor together.
That's ridiculous, Em. What the fuck.
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Once again, Eminem deviates the final couplet here to finish his verse. You see how he does this? If you are an aspiring rapper, try do something like this to lead into the hook easier. Of course the hook is nonexistent in this track, though.
And I'm the kid with them ears like Dumbo's gone
Word to Uncle Ron, I'm turning into a non-humble Don
Eminem's story is a direct parallel to Dumbo. He himself is similar to Dumbo the elephant in the way his life played out. My friend actually helped me out with these bars since personally I didn't see the parallel since I never actually watched Dumbo's film as a kid.
This comes directly from rapgenius, which my friend cited. I'm breaking my own rules of using external websites, but man this is just too sick to ignore :
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Dumbo moves to a new circus and gets taunted by the other elephants because of his large ears.
(Em moved to an African-American neighborhood where he got bullied for being white.)
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Mrs. Jumbo loses her temper at a group of boys for making fun of her son.
(Em’s mother, Debbie Mathers Briggs' who filled a lawsuit for $10,000.)
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Timothy Q. Mouse, who feels sympathy for Dumbo and becomes determined to make him happy again
(Em’s uncle Ronnie who was his close friend and gave him his first rap song.) Might also be Dr. Dre, mentor, in Dumbo’s story.
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The circus director makes Dumbo the top of an elephant pyramid stunt, but Dumbo trips over his ears and misses his target.
(B-rabbit, who choked up on stage in “8 mile”)
P.S - Eminem also has big ol' ears. : Here Kind of like an elephant.
You blind dumb hoes, all I got is dick for you to come blow on
So start the show, but I need a drum roll 'fore I go on
Better back away from the front row, get launched, show you I'm
Bigger than Dikembe Mutumbo on the fucking Jumbotron
I'm a juggernaut, you do not wanna rumble, you Bomboclaat
I'll leave you stretched out, like a fucking yawn
So dumb-hoes matches with 'Dumbos', which is both the dumbasses he has to rap against, but also Dumbo the elephant from the earlier couplet.
He's also saying that these dumb-hoes are giving him head, so back away from the front row so he won't bust in your grill, homie! No one needs that!
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He's also "bigger", dick-wise, but also popularity wise, than Dikembe Mutombo, who's a MASSIVE seven foot tall basketball player.
Lastly, he'll leave you stretched out (as in; dead) like a fucking yawn. Yawn's are often stretched out... this is an obvious one.
So mow the fucking lawn, your asses are blades of grass
And I'm fucking up this whole landscape of rap
The GOAT just ate eight acres, an eighth of that
Was just to make a path and take it straight to your favorite rapper
These last two quatrains are so fucking awesome they bring tears to my eyes. As someone who loves rap and the technical aspect behind lyricism, these are such perfect quatrains to end a song like this on.
For the entire track he tells you his story, how he got out of the loop and entered a new loop of stomping on rappers 24/7. He did this by starting somewhat soft and gradually building up to the explosion that was the third verse.
This fourth verse serves as a calm-down post-climax scene. He LITERALLY talks about jizzing in the previous bars. So its like a metaphor... for the song... whoa.
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Ok, onto this quatrain. The entire thing is a reference to landscaping, obviously.
He's mowing these rappers like he mows grass. He literally shreds em' up. He's also changing the entire game (the landscape) with how many rappers he destroys.
He's not done yet though, he's the GOAT who eats up the grass (the rappers). There's some dank alliteration in the third bar with 'Ate/eight/Acres'.
He's literally making a clean walkway, since the eight acres refers to his eight studio albums. Each acre is a field of rappers he's mowing the fuck down. Well... since he's the GOAT, he's eating the fuck down, technically.
He's using a metaphor to explain to you why you think he's the best rapper ever. Why he's the GOAT that did this. Point is, eight albums in, its clear who you're favorite rapper will be.
Marshall is on some genius shit right here. Like hot DAMN.
Oh, look, my notebook looks smoke cooked
Like the flow stood a foot over the flame on the stove
Soot, charred debris floating like Oakwood
Was burning, return of the no good and I won't quit
This is the calm-down. This is the wrap up.
This is Eminem saying that these last two verses literally lit his notepad on fire and now its just a remnant of its previous self. Like, if that's just not the most perfect way to end such a lyrical BEAST of a track I honestly don't know what is.
Such a epic delivery on the middle two bars too. The second bar isn't extending the barline, however, it leads directly into the next line, 'soot', perfectly. Its hard to describe why his flow is so dope here. But its dope, trust me.
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Its also worth noting that the reason he says 'Oak' instead of like... mahogony or some shit isn't because it fits his rhyme-scheme (which it does), but its because Oak is actually a more flammable kind of wood.
He finish the track with him fading into black. He won't quit.
Conclusion:
I'm fucking EXHAUSTED! That took FOREVER!
I spent my entire day off writing about Eminem and playing video games. Day well spent? Y'know, could've been spending my time with a special someone or something? Nah, i got bars to write about.
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This song is in my top 5 favorite Em tracks. Its just absurd. The more I listen to it the more I think its the greatest lyrical track he's ever done. Its criminal how underrated this track is in the hip-hop community cause if "old" Em spit something like this in like 2001 people would be jizzing their pants over it.
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Eminem establishes a clear motif and finishes it by the first verse. This Groundhog day can be interpreted as him breaking himself out a miserable cycle and getting into a more lucrative cycle of slaying rappers for a living. That's the way I see it anyway. If he can create such intricate rhymeschemes, who's to say he can't create an interesting parallel with motifs, right?
What are your thoughts on this track? Did this breakdown help make you appreciate this any more? What track should I break down next?
But since Eminem HASN'T made music in a while and we're left with a long dry-spell, i'm trying to give light to a few underground MC's that y'all might like! This is the...

UNDERGROUND MC SPOTLIGHT

Today i'll hopefully be introducing you to a very conceptual lyricist by the name of Elzhi. He's a dude that can spit some crazy bars, but opts to make more conceptual records. For example, on his new album, even his "flex" song is based around a pretty fun concept of his own 'ego' taking over his mind.
WARNING: None of this dude's tracks are on youtube, properly! So I can't give you proper links. However, his discography is on spotify, check these reference songs out by looking him up on that. Its free!
Reference tracks :
  • Egocentric
  • Hello!!!!!!
Enjoy, and have a great day!
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