Lyrical Breakdown of Got My Mind Made Up (ft. Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Method Man, Redman) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Got My Mind Made Up (ft. Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Method Man, Redman)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how 2Pac feat. Daz Dillinger, Method Man, Redman & Kurupt weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Got My Mind Made Up (ft. Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Method Man, Redman)" 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 2Pac feat. Daz Dillinger, Method Man, Redman & Kurupt 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 2Pac feat. Daz Dillinger, Method Man, Redman & Kurupt's narrative.

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You find an MC like me who's strong Leavin' motherfuckers aborted with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain Imagine and keep on wishin' upon a star Finally realizing who the fuck we are When I penetrate, it's been withstandin' faded Would it be the greatest MC of all time When I created rhyme for the simple fact When I attack I crush your pride My intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar For me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride Breakin' in gas with the six-eight all day In and out with my pay, I'm soon to count the bodies So mandatory, my elevation, my lyrics like orientation So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin' We must be based on nothin' better than communication Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stations Sorry, I left that ass waitin' No more procrastination give up to fate and get that ass shakin' I'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt You swear the bitch was planted, my lyrics motivate the planet It's similar to Rhythm Nation but thugged out, forgive me Janet Who's in control? I'm acvtivatin' yo souls You know, the way the games get controlled Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote Takin' off my coat, clearing my throat I got my mind made up, come on Get in, get in too Let it ride, tonight's tha night I got my mind made up, come on Get in, get in too Let it ride, tonight's tha night Well, I comes through with Tupac Of the bomb prophylaxes for protection So my fuckin' sac won't collapse 'Cause nowadays, shit's evading the X-rays Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MCs Shows my heart's as cold as the tundra Electrifying like thunder, I'm just too much Rough and raw with that motherfuckin' poisonous touch I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin' Bombay Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmy My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine There's no escape, nah, I ain't blastin' I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin' Opposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin' Why is that? 'Cuz smilin' faces deceive You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe Ya whole camp's under siege and I'm Jason Vorhees In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes My verbal snipe, your vocab on site I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator I rock from here to there, to Philly and back To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers Like Hitler, stickin' up wit German The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this message don't touch tha dial Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket, blaow Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan Half of my Clan's three deep felons Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel Man I stay on point like icicles Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical All up in your motherfuckin' mouth Head banger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me Better take one and pass or that's that ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin' tha criminal tactics Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards Let's face it, there's no replacement Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splited Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted I got connects like Federal Express To get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch Got the clear spot from tha rear block To bust 'til every nigga here drop, men, I fear not Hold ya nose and blow out 'til ya ears pop Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot With, this underground cannabis I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst Then proceeds like keys My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake So I erase the whole front row at the wake I planned my escape in case Jake or a snake bust it I'm the one pushin' the hearse in the first place Confidence for you shaky ass folks Pump for Rockefeller for the day he got smoked Choke, off this anecdote got you ope Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly And I'm out for nine nickel INS tha rebels West, list this, this, this