Lyrical Breakdown of Hi Till I Die - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hi Till I Die" 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 "Hi Till I Die" 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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High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me The Shit don't stop Til my casket drop I'm High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me The Shit don't stop Til my casket drop I'm High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me Shit don't stop The shit don't stop Game rules Ain't got time for fools Money on my mind So my nine rules Time to make wieght Niggas gettin' crazy paid Hate bitches for the games they play So nigga Pull quick But better be quicker Than the next mutha fucka On the trigger Cause I'm static Startin' to be a fuckin' habit Gotta keep my automatic Or get my ass kicked When I'm travelin' It's kind of puffin' I drive a bucket Little Thug Life nigga Screaming Fuck It I love to throw my middle finger to the police And no bucks, no justice, no peace I'm smoking blunts 'til I pass out (coughing) Yah nigga getting assed out Rollin' and my niggas Glass out Drving fast Talking to bitches Whipping cash out I'm with my niggas So fuck the suckas I'm bucking brothas Smokin' chronic mutha fuckas Causing ruckus It's the last of the drank Pull over Can't hear a damn thang Sober High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me The Shit don't stop Til my casket drop I'm High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me The Shit don't stop Til my casket drop High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me The Shit don't stop Til my casket drop I'm High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me Shit don't stop The shit don't stop Lord help me save me Mama keep praying for a young mutha fucker Trying to duck an early grave In the city where you can't tell the fakes From the snakes Enemies from phonies Friends from your homies Around the corner theres another nigga waiting to jack He don't know I got a glock Till his ass get shot Like a mutha fuckin' Thug disease Claiming Peace Like they mutha fuckin' trustin' me Hey, what's up with bitches trying to screw me Do me cause I did a movie Throw the pussy to me But before they never knew me Rather die then let yah Play me for like a Busta And with my glock I'm a plotin' ass rotten mutha fucka Hey don't let that movie fool yah Let me school yah Screaming Thug Life nigga When I do yah It's the last of the drank Pull over Can't hear a damn thang Sober (Till the end of song) High 'Til I Die Loced 'Til they smoke me The Shit don't stop Til my casket drop