Lyrical Breakdown of Loyal To The Game (DJ Quik Remix ) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Loyal To The Game (DJ Quik Remix )" 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 "Loyal To The Game (DJ Quik Remix )" 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.
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Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me? I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these NARC's Be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart Now picture me scared of the penitentiary I've been movin these things since the days of elementary Now tell me what you need when you see me I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me I got some killers on my payroll, and they know When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low Although I'm young, I'm still comin up I'm gettin paid, pullin razors on niggas when they runnin up The first to pull a strap when there's drama, busta you ain't heard? I've been slicin motherfuckers since I lost my mama There ain't a cop that can stop me My posse is cocky, and they don't quit until they drop me I'm loyal to the game "Prince of peace must hear our plea" "Told life you'd be back" "There you were" "Prince of peace must hear our plea" "Everybody look around" "There is no hope" "Prince of peace must hear our plea" "Brothers we better get hip" My mama say I'm crazy cause I'm all about the hood I can't get my shit together but I'm on leather and wood And the hood is all I know, patrol and circle the block Off the curb and niggas swerve, serve a smoker a rock And I'm hot like fish grease and nigga so is my Caddy And I'm steady catchin static, move the traffic to the alley Out in Cali niggas rally others all for the soil Mix the work with bakin soda and get the water to boil OH NO can't no busters hang, I hope you feel me mayne Cause snitches bitches and they ain't been loyal to the game My niggas feel my pain, when sunshine turn to rain You know these buster motherfuckers came to fuck the game And it's a shame I see the mark in they eyes When they yellin that he tellin get to me, no surprise, nigga "Prince of peace must hear our plea" "Told life you'd be back" "There you were" "Prince of peace must hear our plea" "Everybody look around" "There is no hope" "Prince of peace must hear our plea" "Brothers we better get hip" "And come off this trip" Loyalty, undeservedly, never heard of me I, be the exception, the epitome of adaption The superficial surroundings, bullets fiends cockhounds and Enemies in my family extortin schemin and scammin me (pop pop) I'm like Bruce Nolan, I'm rollin' until the diesel hit me I'm battered and bruised, and madder havin to choose 'tween happiness and the blues, and who be fillin my shoes When I done had it with crews, ecstatic to see me lose But panic when I be smooth, I'm manic but I'm no fool Y'all rappin I'm talkin cool, and Columbine is not new In Compton they shoot up schools too, ridin by to see who's who Cock the shotty they cruise through, rock the body blood ooze through Tell his family that dude's blue, no comin back From him scrappin when niggas was packin and he wasn't packin too So if you feel me you know when they try to kill me they slow I seen from 'round the corner with mirrors and creeped up on 'em "Prince of peace must hear our plea" "Told life you'd be back" "There you were" "Prince of peace must hear our plea" "Everybody look around" "There is no hope" "Prince of peace must hear our plea" "Thugs throw like wine down a nigga's throat If this shit don't STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP!"