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