Lyrical Breakdown of Slippin Into Darkness - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Slippin Into Darkness" 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 "Slippin Into Darkness" 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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Yeah, ha-ha yeah, that's right!
The F.A's comin' straight from the wild, wild west
Look at baby girl born in 19-7-deuce
Pop's on his fix, mom's stuck on that crazy juice
Went to school, it's all cool but in Junior High
Little hooker in the bathroom gettin' high
What she doing? What she smoking? Nobody knows
Is she addicted or just slipping into melbose?
A badass broad runnin' with the girl gang
Just got some tat's, talkin' all that girl slang
First one to slap, because la vida dont matter
Wip out a cuete watch your brain get splattered
Selling them doves, hanging with thugs and all that
Beating up fools with a baseball bat
Started having sex at only 15
Imagine O.G. wears his clothes all crisp and clean
Got pregnant had a baby in December
That won't see the daddy 'til next September
Mom's and pop's gave her the boot
Kicked her out la casa, now what Raza?
With the money she got, she bought a spot of the block
Started paying the rent by slangin' phat ass coca rocks
Now she's 23 her four kids all alone, and loc'ed out
And plus shes all smoked out, the base face
You could see it in her eyes, it could also tell the tears
Of a life long cries
They was headed for self destruction
Conjunction Junction (hey yo), what's your Function?
Her own kids gotta help, 'cause they knew she was slippin'
Took the devil away homegirl, you was slippin'
Slippin' into darkness
(When you slip you trip and fall)
Slippin' into Darkness
(Ain't no sense to give y'all no love at all)
Slippin' into darkness
(When you slip you trip and fall)
Slippin' into Darkness
(Ain't no sense to give y'all no love at all)
They say we're slipping, as a whole one race
So, what we gonna choose, don't want the blues
I turn to the news and what do I see?
"Everybody in the world ready to D-I-E"
We got blacks against blacks, browns against browns
Whites against whites, from governments to undergrounds
So, peep the sound as it bumps through yo' stereo
Ear to yo' brain now check out the scenerio
Cali got quakes, Mudslides, and Floods
Pesadillas, Crips and Bloods
Hustlas, Pimps, Shot Callers, and Killas
O.G., Macks, and the big Coca Dealers
We got homeboys who just like kicking it
And Vato's like me who grab the mic and start splitting it
"You're in for a phat treat trip into a phat beat"
So get closer to the funk and slip into the backseat
Slippin' into darkness
(When you slip you trip and fall)
Slippin' into Darkness
(Ain't no sense to give y'all no love at all)
Slippin' into darkness
(When you slip you trip and fall)
Slippin' into Darkness
(Ain't no sense to give y'all no love at all)
They tryna ban me 'cause our brothers makin' noise a lot
I'll tell that esses in a boys a bunch of poison clocks
They got me trappin', I'll trap gettin' hotter
Runnin' from the cop as I try to cop my glock
The war won't stop
That's why they wanna ban the music
You ever notice how the cops can't stand the music?
See a black man coolin' wit' a mexican?
We can all have peace, summer sets again
Give a shoutout to my homies indepen'
They try to keep us down but we clown everytime we hit the top ten
Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland, hopin'
To keep the hip-hop clubs open
Now we can fight, let 'em close and loof
We can have beefs at show, so we control
Now ain't nobody gettin' paid, it's a damn shame
Why gang bang brothas in the same gang?
They say security's to blame, 'cause they lettin' it off
Brothas come to have fun but they settin' it off
One time, make it worse when they sweat us
Send a army of pigs to come get us
So I'm runnin' outta time and it's cool down with the Aztecs
And it's also called soul food