Lyrical Breakdown of Outlaw - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how 2Pac feat. Dramacydal weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Outlaw" 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. Dramacydal 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. Dramacydal's narrative.

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'Cause all I see is, murder murder, my mind state Preoccupied with homicide, tryin' to survive through this crime rate Dead bodies at block parties, those unlucky bastards Gunfire now they require may be closed casket Who can you blame? It's insane what we dare do Witness an evil that these men do, bitches in, too In fact they be the reasons niggaz get to bleedin' Pull the fuckin' fire when I leave 'em, you shoulda seen 'em Hostile hoes catch elbows Negroes disposed of And snitches get dealt with, with no love Body bags of adversaries that I had to bury I broke the law and they jaw, all in the same flurry But never worry They'll remember me through history Causin' motherfuckers to bleed They'll label me a Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw They came in to sin Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw Dear God, I wonder could you save me? Before I close my eyes I fantasize I'm livin' well When I awake and realize I'm just a prisoner in hell Just as well, 'cause in my cell I'm keepin' pictures of these bastards Excersisin', visualizin', everyone inside a casket Picture me blasted, surrounded by niggaz in masks Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass Will I last? Heaven or Hell? Freedom or jail? Shit's hard, who can you tell? And if we fail? High speeds, and Thai weed on the freeway When will they learn to take it easy? Drivebys and niggaz die, murder without a motive By making motherfuckers fry Got me runnin' from these coward-ass crooked-ass cops Helicopters tryin' to hover over niggaz 'til we drop Got no time for the courts, my only thought is open fire Hit the district attorney, but fuck that bitch, 'cause she's a lie Now it's time to expire, I see the judge, spray the bitch Motherfuckers is crooked, is what I scream, and hit the fence I comense to get wicked, spittin' rounds as the plot thickens Never missin' an early grave is my only mission If I die, never worry Bury me beside my four-five May God forgive me I was high, label me a Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw They came in to sin Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw Dear God, I wonder could you save me? Society lied to me, I ain't never gonna try to be My mob'll be doin' robberies, and stickups on these wannabe's I witnessed niggaz lose they chest For ordinary reasons niggaz bodies put to rest So I just Swallow my Beck's and holla, fuck 'em And if I'm next Just let a nigga step with somethin' I ain't fearin' nuttin' Young and thuggin', prepared for bustin' if that's my destiny Ready for whatever, see you niggaz can't get the best of me Hold me down, definitely no need for askin' Now he mad, top speed, smokin' weed, blasted 'Cause when I bust 'em they gonna shiver, the killers cry Soldiers got bodies floatin' in the river, what is they sayin' Talkin' 'bout prayin' they need to stop, that ain't gon' help These niggaz sprayin' up my block, tryin' to take my wealth Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw They came in to sin Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw Dear God, I wonder could you save me? Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw They came in to sin Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw Dear God, I wonder could you save me? Fuck the judge, I gotta grudge Punk police, niggaz run the streets Hahah, it ain't nuttin' but muzik Shit's changed 1995 the game has changed, motherfuckers is actin' real strange The rules is all rearranged You got babies lyin' dead in the streets These punk police is crooked as me But all I see is motherfuckers actin' less than G's Stop bein' a playa-hater, be a innovator nigga Fuck that shit, don't be no entertainer and a stranger Be a real motherfucker keep it real pack that steel 'Cause you know these streets is real deal Muh'fuckers wanna see me in my casket Jealous, motherfuckin' bastards I never die, thug niggaz multiply 'Cause after me is thug life baby Then the young thugs Then the youngest thug of all My nigga RahRah