Lyrical Breakdown of Breathin (ft. Outlawz) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Breathin (ft. Outlawz)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 2Pac weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Breathin (ft. Outlawz)" 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 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's narrative.
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Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin?
Tell me nigga, tell me
Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin?
Stressed, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin
Bustin, my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherfucker breathin'
Stressed, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin'
Bustin, my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherfucker breathin'
Woke up with fifty enemies plottin my death
All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, naw niggah I was stressed
Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin in my vest
Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops
A thug nigga screamin Westside, bustin' double glocks
Hittin' corners in my Chevy Surburban
Liquor got me drivin up on the curb, hand on the steerin wheel swervin
Bless me Father I'm a sinner, I'm livin in hell
Just let me live on the streets, cause ain't no peace for me in jail
Gettin world-wide exposure
With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck, ridin as my souljas
I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer
Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy killer, huh
Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'
I murdered all them bustas now I'm the last motherfucker breathin'
Stressed, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin
Bustin, my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherfucker breathin'
Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt
For all my soldiers gone, we burnin the earth
Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block
Shootin rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for 'Pac
Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here
Stale down here, too many jails down here
Why you act like you don't hear me?
Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these motherfuckers kill me
I'm still breathin'
Now we was raised, "Fuck this life," my rules, my right
Holdin on a tight grip with death in my sight
And the dark is my light, I'm cynical, sleepwalkin isn't true
Walk around town with a pound full of, bitter food
Came a long way from my born day, dead away where there's war play
Fuck friends I'll say, rather die for my A-K
With these fag-ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz
Only ride my dick and the skin of my mash-ass niggaz
Breathin!
Stressed, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin'
Bustin', my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin', now I'm the last motherfucker breathin'
Uhh, I walk around with a knife in my back
Talkin bout a bad day, I live a life like that
It's severe, and I'm losin my hair, bless a hooligan
Catch me, I'm fallin out flat, yo' I'm ruined and
Breathin' in sewer stench, no one give a fuck about me
I leaned to like it like that, when I was still in mommy
The side is seedy that the devil run from
In the belly of the beast, that's where the fuck we come from
And still I'm breathin'!
And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this
Just lost two of my closest na'r one of y'all can take this
But I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain
We number one motherfucker 'bout to do it again
Shit, 'Pac still doin it, you hoes can't ruin it
Two million everytime he drop I know you fuckers losin' it
We movin' in - for the kill, for a meal, holdin' steel
Hold the wheel I'm 'bout to give these niggaz somethin' they can feel
Fakin' real, but we the raw and uncut
Style-bitin thug lyin niggaz, give it up!
We hit 'em up!
(And we still breathin...)
Who'll be the last motherfuckers breathin'?
Stressed, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin'
Bustin', my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin', now I'm the last motherfucker breathin'
Stressed, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin'
Bustin', my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin', now I'm the last motherfucker breathin'