Lyrical Breakdown of High Speed - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "High Speed" 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 "High Speed" 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 speed For all my niggas livin' in the rush Slow it down just a notch baby It's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright Life at high speed, life at high speed Fuck the punishment, Thai weed Buy me a gun, liquor and puffin' Thai weed I live life high speed, slightly disillusioned by weed I breed thug muthafuckas even worse than me When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly Harm me, my army, niggas decease swiftly Look at you now, why you wanna act out? I pull the hammer back, strike wit' a cannon that'll blow yo muthafuckin' back out They blast but I'm still standin', slightly scarred Deep questions for the lord "Why you don't like me, God?" So, though my life was hard with no remorse I absorb all lessons, provide protection for the boss Rollin' in my double R, rugged and ruthless Keep a vest through these hard times, knowin' it's useless And my crew, we crooked, be mistaken for Jews We all about our cash, blast if you break the rules Fools turned snitch for the D.A., be heaven-sent Switched like a stone-bitch, turned state's evidence, why? Then they wonder why niggas die Put your family in danger, just to get high Now, what the hell can we get from jail? More tricks for the crime trade, this is hell Bail out, a thug nigga fresh out the jailhouse Open your safe count and take all the mail out Whatever happens happens, whoever falls dies We fresh out of time, livin' blind, so we all ride In times like these, chronic or Thai weed Puffin' through this high speed And people say What you gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night What you gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night Verbal assassin, I hit the corner fast, blastin' Hot plastic stretch your chest plate back like elastic No need to push me to split ya, I love beef Like pussy and pistols, for all you pussies that's softer than tissue I ride by like the fall guy out the roof Bustin' at you wise guy, gettin' high, sippin' hundred proof (yeah) Give me the joints low to verdict wit' mine Get that ass attacked, murdered, and robbed, blind from behind Rapid shots pourin', catchin' niggas while they snorin' Kickin' his door in, I'll leave your whole fuckin' family in mournin' Bust me, you itchy-bitchy types can't touch me Frontin' like you're hard, I'll play your fuckin' yard like a trussle What you gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night What you gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night At times, I look through times wit' so much anger Wonderin' why it keeps on passin', pushin' me into danger No stranger to hard times or the good ones, at times I'm amazed At what the motherfuckin' hoods done, what we do to get paid All day, for the almighty, dollar Don't even bother to holla, we all destined to be swallowed By the same thing we lust for, threw away our morals And values and dust more, niggas is dying tomorrow We — bailing on borrowed times, nigga the clocks tickin' Approachin' is the day you gonna need money or Glocks spittin' Cops sittin', politicians passin' laws you ain't know what Soon that money gon' be illegal when you die to keep your dough up But I ain't goin' tell you "What?" To stop chasin' paper Man, I'm just like y'all, I worry 'bout that shit later Put the metal to the pedal, slash up nigga, blaze Let's get blowed out high speed 'til the end of my days Now my people say What you gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night What you gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night What you gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night What you gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night What you gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night High speeds (we goin' all night) Life of an Outlaw, ghetto stars (we goin' all night) (Yes) I'm gonna buy me a gun What you gonna do when you get outta jail? (I'm gonna buy me a gun) For my niggas on the West Side and the East Side And the North Side and the South Side (I'm gonna buy me a gun) (What you gonna do when you get outta jail?) From Compton to Jersey (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Gettin' it real hard Niggas in Michigan, (M.O.B nigga, M.O.B) From Atlanta, Georgia to Utah (What you gonna do when you get outta jail?) From St. Louis to Alabama (I'm gonna buy me a gun) From Mississippi to Oakland, from San Francisco to San Diego Seattle to Florida (What you gonna do when you get outta jail?) Maine to Mass, haha (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Food and sex (What you gonna do when you get outta jail?) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop, and it won't quit And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) Then what's next? Food and sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night High speeds And it don't stop, and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (We goin' all night) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop, and it won't quit And it don't stop, and it won't quit Outlawz with that rough shit, baby! Learn about it Pac you goin' rap?