Lyrical Breakdown of Do What I Feel - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Do What I Feel" 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 "Do What I Feel" 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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Respect to the death row inmates Death row inmates lawd dem never hesitate To bust a gun shot, in a idiot face Dis is dogg pound and your life goes to waste Free dogg hound territory Dat nigga daz put you inna di cemetery Snoop Dogg, di criminal mentality Fuck wit Dirty Kurupt and yuh dead each way Now the D.P.'s, if ya down with this shit say hell yeah Pack your heat, if you equipped say hell yeah Hit a corner, hit a switch, say hell yeah Fuck a hoe, fuck a bitch, say hell yeah To all my G's that slang, say hell yeah To all my bangers that bang, say hell yeah No matter where the fuck ya hang, say hell yeah Yeah, check it out Now here's the perfect mix to let it bubble and foam Wait there seconds then watch the microphone get blown It's the mischevious, lyrical genius on the loose And I pack the deuce-deuce of some act-right juice I'm in my own, space and time The elevation of my rhymes elevates your mind It's a clear blue sky and a clear blue day For a G from DPG to wear clear blue and gray I come, I came, I am, I ain't The nigga ya wants to fuck with, get peeled like paint Bottoms up, nigga, give it all ya got From the bottom to the top or get shanked, get shot Provocative footage of this lyrical abuse transgression From this infectious enemy, they on a loose (what) And unstoppable, daz My motherfuckin' nigga from back in the past Now imagine yourself in a bottomless pit With no way your climbin' out, and this ain't the punishment Deadly as crystal crack, how should I react With intentions to keep on mashin', strap to strap Is this my boundary from county to county? Your homies wanna try to soak me like bounty? Dogg Poung Gangsta all day, all night Partying like a motherfuckin' now all night But uhh, simple as fact I been wanting to serve your whole fucking crew Now what you wanna do? (what you wanna do?) Load up your weapon slowly step in caught your homey straight slippin' You shoulda known from the jump nigga that I was trippin' I gets to bustin you gets to duckin' (Blaow blaow) Dogg Pound Gangsta gets to dippin' in the cut My performance is enormous the way that I stayed up on em I catch em and let em have it what's up, with my opponents I hold it down for the two and I'll be gunned down by no one Forever I reign, top Dogg number one My rhyme to some explainable and Doggs that's untrainable Uncontainable, my mind state's so strainable I'm a D.P.G.C. for life I do what I feel and, I do what I like (c'mon) I'm a D.P.G.C. for life I do what I feel and, I do what I like (sing it) I'm a D.P.G.C. for life I do what I feel and, I do what I like (fuck that) I'm a D.P.G.C. for life I do what I feel and, I do what I like I hits it like shots, from the homey strap I smoke indo, and I sip cognac Give a fuck whatcha name is, I tell ya quick Face to face, punk you can eat a dick Cause you're all out of time, out of sight Out of mind, something I wouldn't do without a nine I got a pocket full of papers and a trunk full of beat Mashing all through the streets rollin wit some heat I'm heated, repeat it, day after day Daily survival tactics in L.A I'm on point and alert With skills like a huntin expert, fuck around and get hurt Lurked, I puts in work like a chemist Mentally known to cause motherfucking dilemmas See me in black and beware It's a Dogg Pound Gangsta on the loose out there Yeah, it's your shit, say hell yeah Dogg Pound gangstas say hell yeah When I roll throughout your block say hell yeah For all my niggas that gang say hell yeah If it was on where you reside, what would you do? If you looked outside and the homies came through Would you ride? (I ride) would you ride (I ride) Or would you think or by chance the circumstances of a mark And get your ass whooped in the middle of a park? Would you ride? (I ride) would you ride (I ride) Motherfuckers, yeah Ya don't doubt that Snoop Don't doubt that Snoop Don't doubt that Snoop