Lyrical Breakdown of House OF Pain - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "House OF Pain" 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 "House OF Pain" 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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Ugh, born in hell, is back
The motherfuckin' dust kicker, who can you trust?
Do have you the heart to see a nigga?
Before you bust, my name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes
Bustin' motherfuckers out the blocks and I ain't even go
Now how the hell do you explain, my claim to fame
From doin' fix to bustin' tricks out the fuckin' frame
Got these bitches on my jock, niggas on my block
Jealous Ass Suckers got it duckin' for my fuckin' Glock
And bustin' niggas asses to stay alive
Skinny-Ass-Player watchin' bigger motherfuckers fry
They ask me how I'm livin? Haaah I'm a hustler
Buckin' busters til they die
Now it's on in the ghetto you ain't heard?
Niggas got they AK's headin' for the burbs
Aimin' at them skin head bitches let it rain
Givin' them a big welcome to the house of pain
House of pain, house of pain, house of pain
Welcome to the house of pain
The country bud got me chokin'
I'm on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think I'm smokin'
Yeah that sick nigga Biggie wit the 8 shot flip
Wit the extra clip for that extra shit
Don't you know that killing is thrilling
All the blood spilling, is all a part of drug dealing
A born gangster my daddy was a thug
Had a .38 with the hollow point slug
So when he licked shots
Niggas dropped quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor
A little nigga tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes
Payin' dues, while kids was on their one's and two's for me
Now I'm much older, colder, fuck a holster
Got the Mac .11's swingin' from my shoulder
It's a damn shame I got to put my momma through the strain
I'm livin' in a house of pain
House of pain, house of pain, house of pain
Welcome to the house of pain